No more siestas on Siesta: Finding the flow

Not much too new is going on in the Fleisher house. I start back to work part time this week. I'm excited, except for the fact that I have kind of got a flow with my 2 girls, only to probably screw it all up by returning to work. Despite many attempts Ava isn't so hot on taking a bottle. So...that should be fun for Robby when I am gone for 13 1/2 hours.

There have definitely been rough days. As in I've never felt so much stress like this. One minute I'm praying for Ava to be just a few months older and independent, the next I'm wishing they'll never grow. I look at Riley and how perceptive she is and expect so much, sometimes forgetting she's only two years old!

Riley is talking up a mini storm. She hears things and it sticks like glue. She is definitely, no doubt about it, the funniest person I know. She finally eats. She was going on a 6 month binge and purge diet. She processed about 80% of all, yes, all of her food. Just took a taste or a chew or two, followed by literally spitting it all out. It's taken work, but she's starting to digest her food. What a concept.

I started Crossfit. And LOVE it. Not only is it pretty much my only break from the girls, but it's something I have thought about but never followed through on for years. It's nice feeling healthy and nice learning something new.

Robby signed up for another half ironman next year. Of course he chose one of the most difficult ones you can do in the United States. Good job babe, real smart. He spent his birthday fighting the fires on Camp Pendleton. Again, good job babe, but this time I'm not being sarcastic.

Ava is smiling and talking a lot. She is less intense and serious, and enjoys interacting more. She continues to be more independent than Riley was as a baby which is an absolutely wonderful break for mama. She's not as stoked on car travel or being on the go as Riley was, but if you time it right, it all works.

We went to the Colorado River for a few days. After Andy & Ashley left, we trialed a day on the River with just our little family. It was pleasant and doable, but was quick. Why quick? Here's the math: A Rottweiler (with enticing ducks and things very nearby), a baby (always potentially about to lose it), and a two year old (you know 2 year olds, so add your own ideas here). On a boat. One adult must drive the boat at all times. When entering or departing the water, another adult must drive the trailer. Sound like fun? I think I mentioned on the Hawaii post, but there should be a step-down word for vacation when you have little people with you.

Tia Holly went back to work and now we don't get to see her or Luna (or Jose - but he's not as cute as Luna, so I forget about him) enough. It's seriously a bummer.

And that's the exciting news on Siesta Drive.