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This Is Love
Love was the theme of the weekend.
Lack of sleep, traffic, endless hours on the highway and eating were other themes.
But let’s go with the love theme, because that one is the most fun to talk about.
There was a lot to love about this fantastic May weekend.
First there was Friday evening’s SoulCycle class with the renowned Danny Kopel. I had been dying to take his class, I finally signed up and it was one heck of a blast. He did high kicks with perfectly pointed feet each time he dismounted his bike. He got me spinning and sweating and just when I thought I couldn’t have any more fun while straddling a stationary bike, he screamed and sprayed the room with his water bottle. Danny ended the class with an eloquent, “Namaste, you badass bitches,” and with that I went about my evening. Now that’s what I call happy hour. I like to rage.
Then there was Double Spin Saturday, which is my new favorite thing. There’s the 75-minute “Mountain Ride” followed by my BFF Matt’s 45-minute dance party ride (only I call it that — it’ll catch on eventually). Again, a great workout in lieu of a long run, loads of sweat and loads of fun.
Loved it. (And just realized that rhymed.)
There was the glorious post-workout shower, the road trip to Boston complete with a necessary pit stop at Target, and the delicious ice cream from Friendly’s. I loved it all.
But what I really loved this weekend was finally meeting my perfect little nephew, Tyler.
Brian and I rented a car and drove up to Boston for roughly 12 hours to meet the new love of my life (sorry, Brian — you haven’t been replaced, but you’re temporarily benched as My Favorite Man). By the time we got to the north country (I know, Boston is not the north country, but it’s close to it and sometimes feels very far from Manhattan) we jumped out of our car and got right into another one to drive to the hospital.
Well yeah. Tyler isn’t home yet. Poor little guy.
He was born two weeks early, and even though he’s amazing and perfect and healthy, he has this quirky little habit where he likes to stop breathing a little when he’s sleeping. Crazy kid. Stop doing that! He’s so small — clocking in at 5 pounds now! — and the doctors say he’s just not mature enough to go home yet.
Typical Feller: immature.
So Tyler has been chillin’ at the hospital, and that’s where we got to hang with him. We were there for less than 30 seconds when Ryan, my big brother and the father of baby Tyler, was all, “Do you want to hold him?”
Did I want to hold him? What a dumb question. Of course I did.
Though really, I was a little terrified because his body is so mini.
But once I had him, we were instant BFFs. We talked about how we’re going to have joint birthday parties and how I’ll be the cool aunt when his parents give him rules. Then I took that statement back because I remembered that I love rules and hate people who break them. Like I said, I really enjoy raging and also living right on the edge.
Everyone who said I would hold my nephew and fall in love immediately was correct. Nice prediction, people. Now we just need the little munchkin to pass his car seat test so he can come home. He has so many toys to play with and outfits to try on!
Oh, and Brian wanted to be friends with Tyler, too, so they hung out for a while.
We stayed at the hospital for a while, and I pretended I wasn’t crying when we left. It made me sad to leave, but it’s good that he’s at the hospital where he’s being watched by people who are much more natural with babies than Ali over here.
Also, Tyler is really funny and makes lots of noises and faces. He yawns a lot, you know, because he’s tired from all the sleeping he’s been doing, and he smiles when people give him kisses.
Are you tired of Baby Tyler photos yet? I DO NOT CARE. HE IS AMAZING.
Ryan and Michaela are doing great with him so far, and I love that Tyler got to be here for Mother’s Day! Michaela’s first one!
We got back to Ryan and Michaela’s house late, were up until midnight and then woke up somewhere around 6 AM Sunday morning to do exercise-related activities. By that I mean I went for a 5-mile run in the suburbs that included two bathroom stops but, yay, no pain! I’m kind of digging this “run every other day and don’t be injured anymore” thing. It’s working out pretty well so far.
I do miss long runs, but we’ll talk about that another time.
The love theme continued on Sunday, what with it being Mother’s Day. There was much praise for the moms, and I’m glad I got to see my parents if only for a little while.
Eventually, Brian and I left Boston to drive to Rhode Island to spend Mother’s Day with his family — moms, aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins, dogs, the whole crew. We were there until late, got back to New York City at 11:30 last night and now I am officially tired.
But I don’t care.
I’m in love.
Coming up this week: Early mornings, crazy work days, late nights and a 4:30 PM flight on Thursday to Charlotte, NC, for my best friend’s wedding. The crazy never stops and soon I’ll be renaming this blog “Auntie Ali On The Lack Of Sleep.”
LOVE LOVE LOVE: Any love in your weekend?