Cereal Killer

Apparently dancing Salsa is like riding a bike. I went back to my salsa/casino/rueda classes last night (after a 9 month long hiatus) and managed to not look like a fool. I thought I would have a hard time remembering the steps since I hadn't danced since April, but to my surprise, the steps were still there filed away in my brain (I guess 4 years of classes are not so easily forgotten). I was once again reminded that I am out of shape though; after a couple of fast songs, I was huffing and puffing my way around the room. Ren was on baby duty and Christian slept most of the time, so that's good news. I'm hoping to convince the hubster to watch Christian on Wednesday nights too, that way I can join the Racquetball club. Perhaps on Sundays I can take ice skating lessons. I figure, if I keep adding activities to my week, I will either lose the baby weight or die of exhaustion.

Speaking of Christian, I have been freed of my prisoner status. Ever since I wrote about moving the baby to my bed, he has been sleeping wonderfully in his own crib. That's nice...make me look like a liar.
On the sleeping through the night front, last night/this morning he ate at 1:30 am and then not again till 8 am! Yours truly was a very happy camper. That's 6.5 hours of uninterrupted sleep!!! Yippeee! Now if only we could figure out how to make him do it again. I think the shot of cereal that I started adding to his bottle had something to do with it. Sssshhhhh...Don't tell his pediatrician though cause she'll kill me.