Congrats to @imtopher on a personal best at today's #SpartanRace at Fenway!
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Congrats to @imtopher on a personal best at today's #SpartanRace at Fenway!
"Postpartum bodies are squashy and wobbly and dimpled and stretched and foreign and embarrassing and difficult and painful and gorgeously imperfect, and they tend to stay that way for quite awhile. You made a human. Now make your peace. Eat good food. Walk around when you’re well enough. Listen to the people who tell you you’re beautiful. Take them at their word. Remember where your worth comes from." Love this post on Motherly: https://www.mother.ly/life/10-true-things-about-the-first-year-of-motherhood#close
Great time last night chatting with Olivia Caridi, Izzy Goodkind, Alexis Waters and Leah Block, all with a side of The Bachelor and BBQ. 🐽
30 ladies, too many red dresses, 1 sha-dolphin and 1 camel help to kick off Nick Viall’s fourth shot at love on ABC. Listen to Will You Accept This Podcast on episode 1 of The Bachelor.
Cause 'tis the season...
When tummy time meets stare-at-the-tree time.
"Seek out strong women to befriend, to align yourself with, to learn from, to collaborate with, to be inspired by, to support, and enlightened by."
First 🚲 class post-baby. Exciting when it isn't too much for you & you realize you're still stronger than you think. 💪
Can't seem to find the ornaments, but will take the tree going up as a win! ✨🎄
Official beverage of parenting.
We survived #SantaLand this afternoon. Quinn didn't cry once! 🎅
The Art of Surrender: 4 Lessons 7 Weeks Post-Partum
Homemade chili, homemade cheese danish and a great big #RollTide! 🐘🏈 #IronBowl
Turning yesterday's mashed potatoes into pancakes adds a bit of ✨to leftovers!
Had the most un-zen beginning to the day. Q decided 5 minutes before we left that I needed to change outfits. Then I realized I was running late to a class that started 15 minutes before I thought it did. As we were making our way over to my friend's for the class a gentleman yelled to me on Broadway "Girl, you push that stroller!" That was all I needed to crack a smile. While Q didn't make it through class without crying, I'd say mommy & me yoga was a success!
"Last night, I dreamt I went to Manderley again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive, and for a while I could not enter for the way was barred to me. Then, like all dreamers, I was possessed of a sudden with supernatural powers and passed like a spirit through the barrier before me. The drive wound away in front of me, twisting and turning as it had always done. But as I advanced, I was aware that a change had come upon it. Nature had come into her own again, and little by little had encroached upon the drive with long tenacious fingers, on and on while the poor thread that had once been our drive. And finally, there was Manderley - Manderley - secretive and silent. Time could not mar the perfect symmetry of those walls. Moonlight can play odd tricks upon the fancy, and suddenly it seemed to me that light came from the windows. And then a cloud came upon the moon and hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face. The illusion went with it. I looked upon a desolate shell, with no whisper of the past about its staring walls. We can never go back to Manderley again. That much is certain. But sometimes, in my dreams, I do go back to the strange days of my life which began for me in the south of France..." - Opening monologue of Rebecca