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Wordless Wednesday: When the glamour began
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Running Partner
Over the past few weeks I’ve been running outside, rather than running on my treadmill. My dog, Maisy, has been my running partner. She does pretty good actually, and I’ll bet we ran close to 15 miles last week, only taking Wednesday and Sunday off. Perhaps you’ve seen us running through the subdivisions off of Lilly and Hampton?
The only problem with running with my dog is that I don’t want to push her, and in order to make sure she stays properly hydrated, I bought one of those Camelbak packs from REI. It’s not the big one that goes on like a backpack, but rather a smaller one that actually I wear like a fanny pack and the water bladder rests on the small of my back. Surprisingly, it holds 48 oz of water, and Maisy is pretty good at drinking it straight from the hose like it’s a bubbler.
Tonight Maisy and I were getting ready for our run, and I don’t know if it was the water pack that got Zoe so interested or what, but she decided to come along with us. I thought about just doing the 3/4 mile loop through my subdivision, but she was doing so well that I keep on going my normal route and in all we went about 2.5 miles. Sure, we didn’t go super fast, and we walked here and there, but I’m so impressed that my 7 year old actually did it! Our pace was slow, due to the walking, as well as I tried to teach her not to burst out full steam ahead.
Even though we both had our iPods on, she talked the entire time. Over time she’ll learn to concentrate on her breathing, and maybe not talk so much, or maybe the talking will turn out to help her. Personally, I can’t really talk when I run. Anyhow, normally I’d have dropped Maisy off at the house and then gone out again by myself to do another loop, but it was getting late so I didn’t this time.
Thursday night I’ll Storm the Bastille with my husband and my sister-in-law. My brother and my nephews are supposed to be running the 5K too, but we’ll see, they changed their minds last year. This run is my favorite run of the year. I’m really looking forward to it!
The Last Two Balloons
We went out to dinner last night to a restaurant that always gives balloons to the kids. Zoe could easily get a job filling the balloons there, she knows exactly where the balloons are located and what needs to be done to fill them. In fact, while she’s waiting for the hostess to notice her, she’s already scouted out the balloon supply and sees full well that there are plenty of pink and red balloons available. Directly behind the hostess there are only two balloons filled, one blue and one green.
The hostess finally notices her, Zoe asks for a balloon, the hostess offers her the blue or the green one. But Zoe asks if she could please have a pink or a red one.
Hostess: All we have are these two balloons. That’s all we have left.
Zoe, a little deflated, chooses the blue one.
Then the hostess, who should have just taken the blue balloon and handed it to my daughter keeps on talking as she reaches for it: If I had a pink one, I’d make it for you, but these are the LAST TWO BALLOONS.
Zoe, who is THE MOST PARTICULAR CHILD EVER, turns to me and says: BUT MOM, I SAW THE OTHER BALLOONS.
And I know she did, and I know it’s driving her type-A personality over the edge that the information coming out of the hostess’ mouth is totally incorrect.
I didn’t hush my child, because ya know what? That hostess might be able to pull the wool over the eyes of a three year old, but not a seven year old. I’m pretty sure she heard Zoe too, because the snottiness level rose in her voice as she reiterated that THESE WERE THE LAST TWO BALLOONS. THE VERY LAST TWO.
Whatever. We get it.
On the way out we explained to Zoe that sometimes people lie because they are lazy. It was certainly a concept that was new to her. Lie? About a balloon?
I’m still shaking my head about it too.
Qat
Here’s the background: We’ve been listening a lot to Snacktime, by the Barenaked Ladies. It’s a children’s CD, but it’s fun enough for parents to enjoy too. There is this one song, Crazy ABC’s, where they go through the alphabet and list a crazy word for each of the letters and a definition of it.
Here’s the scenario: We were at dinner with my parents and my nephews. My mom was playing hangman with the kids when all of a sudden my husband comes up THE WORD to END ALL WORDS! The MOST FANTASTIC HANGMAN WORD EVER! He’s positive that they’ll NEVER EVER EVER guess it before their hangman is hung.
He tells them: _ _ _
Someone says: A
He fills it in: _ A _
Zoe says: Q
He gets a look of shock as everyone else at the table thinks our daughter has just made the dumbest letter guess ever because there isn’t a place for a U in those three slots, especially with the A in the middle.
And then she says: “qat, it’s an evergreen shrub” (quoted perfectly from the song, mind you).
Wordless Wednesday: Zoe & Penelope
(just to clarify, Penelope is my sister-in-law’s new dog and Zoe LOVES HER!)
Pink Pink Pink Pink(eye)
And to top off my birthday, my daughter has pinkeye. She’s had an eye problem for months now, which we’ve been trying to get rid of since December. Yesterday (bright and early) she had a follow up appointment with the eye doctor. Her and I were sitting in the waiting room when she turned to me and said, “Mom, do I have crud on my eyes.”
Yes. Yes she did have crud on her eyes. ALL OVER her eyes. The doctor took one look at her and said, “well, she has pinkeye.” I guess there are two forms of pinkeye, viral and antibacterial. She’s got antibacterial, so she’s on her normal eyedrops for the original problem, a new eyedrop for the pinkeye which she gets 4x a day, antibiotic salve at bedtime, and oral antibiotics too because pinkeye causes earaches and sore throats too (which she also has). LOVELY.
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