Yes, we're here in Minnesota and I've been quiet because there's not too much to report and really, blogging is so much less fun without a camera. On our second day here, we did what you'd expect at new transplant to Minnesota to do. . . we went canoeing! Not only was it on a lovely lake where we spotted turtles on logs and lots of frogs, but we did it with Isaiah's best buddy Tahvo, who was here from California visiting his grandparents. Ah . . .the camera would have shown you two going-on-four-year olds in matching red life jackets, paddling the canoe and taking us on adventures to distant shores.
We've looked at homes to rent and to buy, in all kinds of neighborhoods, and are still searching. The children are a little burnt on being dragged to and fro, but Isaiah and I met his lovely teacher at the charming Waldorf-inspired home-based school where Miel will be welcome as well. I think we both feel a little better after that!
So you know we're in the home of the Mayo Clinic. I mean, really, the Mayo Clinic pretty much is Rochester. It creates the skyline, the economy, the whole town runs on it. And we're going to be getting some good insurance benefits. Well, I'll tell you, when Steve told me he saw an ad for the post-partum 3-way, I admit I started checking myself out in the mirror, wondering how it would look to have a little lift in my boobs, tuck in my tummy, and shape in my butt. C'mon, don't tell me you've never thought about it. I quickly flashed to talking to my mom sometime within the last 10 years, ranting about the evils of plastic surgery and botox. "Can't women allow themselves to age gracefully?" I bemoaned to my mother who has not succumbed. I looked at her (and look at her still this way) and see a woman healthy in an age-appropriate fashion, taking care of her body, staying active, eating well. It's okay if she looks like a grandma! It would look weird to me if she started to change parts of herself to conform to external standards of beauty.
It's not as easy to accept my own body's age and, I must say, decline, since gravity is a big part of the issue. Wouldn't it be nice to not have to wear "mom jeans"? To not have to put on a bra to sit at the computer?
Well, there's a pretty nice gym here in town. I'll check that out first. No insurance is that good :)