Nothing but normal around here

My kid has pretty strong opinions about games she likes to play. One of her favorite games (and my least favorite) is putting a towel or blanket over her head and toddling as fast as she can go until she runs into a wall or furniture. Understandably, that is one of those baby games that combines crazy giggling, screaming, AND crying.

Yesterday she was putting a pair of her pants over her head and I decided to put them on her in a way that would allow her to still see which way she was going (and avoid furniture collisions). The result was pretty hilarious. My kid has such a huge head that these pants are actually tighter on her head than they are on her waist. :)

I'm a nun in the Gray Fleece Order

Is this what having hair would be like?

Wait, I have an idea....

Hehehe

Dang! I thought my head would fit through here!

Yesterday was a rest day from running, but I managed to find things to fill the day without a problem. I spent a good hour on Wednesday sweeping and mopping, but yesterday morning Faith snatched the salt shaker off the table and ran around the whole kitchen shaking it as hard as she could, so I got to re-sweep everything. Yay! You'd think the dog would take one for the team and lick up the salt, but she was content to just watch me clean it up. Even after two Swifferings (is that a word?), I'm still finding patches in my kitchen that make me feel like I just walked on the beach.

I took Faith to the park yesterday afternoon and there was a lacrosse game going on in the adjacent field. There were two other moms there and as I put Faith in the baby swings, I noticed that one of the lacrosse players was practicing his goal shot and the balls were ricocheting into the "Tot Lot" area of the park. The other moms were just moving to the other side of the park (perhaps the "normal" reaction?), but that's not how I roll. Sure, the guy was easily twice my size but I wasn't going to just be quiet about it. If you know me, you're not surprised by this. :) Really, it just took a minimal amount of yelling to get him to stop and I didn't even get a chance to use my favorite phrase "Won't someone please think of the children??"



The other moms thanked me for getting that guy to stop his baby target practice, so I felt like less of a crazy bitch for screaming at some random dude wearing lacrosse pads. Considering that Buckcherry's song "Crazy Bitch" is like my anthem for running, I'm pretty used to that label. :)

Are you the one who speaks up or the move quietly away type?


Have you ever put your pants on your head and run around your house? You can admit it, this is a safe place.