My latest ongoing craving is pretty easy and when I'm at the store, most people probably assume that I'm buying it for Faith.
|One per day, right?|
I took Faith out this morning after our 3 mile outdoor run to pick up fruit from the store (we were out of berries, aka Toddler DEFCON 1). While there, I decided that I must have this:
|Sadly, not as good as it looks|
I didn't have to eat baked goods alone.
|Only half a donut? I know you're holding out on me.|
|Here Mommy, you can have the boring parts.|
Don't worry, she had a chance to burn off all that sugar by relocating her entire library of books:
|You have no idea how often I have pick all of these up.|
And then after a 3 hour nap (and 4 miles more of running for me), she spent a solid hour relocating sand:
|Mommy, clear my schedule. This is going to take a while.|
|Toddler zen garden|
I've always wondered if it's a girl trait for her to be able to concentrate on one task for so long or if it's just a personality trait. I guess I'll find out if the next kid is a crazy girl who can't sit still or a boy who is just like Faith.
Peanut supervised Faith's playtime, but refused to come down and sit with us after Faith dumped a shovelful of wet sand on her head when she was trying to drink the dirty water.
|I'm safe from toddler terrorism up here.|
I amused myself while Faith was busy by harassing large spiders. Freaking southern MD and its wildlife! Maybe we shouldn't have chased our garage snake away after all...
|This sucker was fast too!|
I find it to be a contradiction how much I enjoy trail running and how much I freaking hate sitting outside for an extended period of time. In my mind, the bugs can't catch you if you're moving, but if you're just sitting they will crawl all over you. Unless you're running first in line on trails in the early morning and hitting every spider web, I don't like that either. That's why you have to find someone nicer/stupider to run first in those instances.
Changing directions, in the comment section of yesterday's post, someone mentioned the phrase "duck rape" which of course lead me to Google it. What I found was both hilarious and fascinating, but if you don't want to read this article, I'm just going to recap my favorite points here.
1/3 of duck sex is forced. That's a lot of fowl behavior! (Sorry, I couldn't help myself)
A male duck's phallus can be up to twice his body length and can be used as a tool to "lasso" the female!
|Yeah, someone drew a picture.|
Most birds don't have a penis, so our national symbol of the bald eagle? Dick-less. Waterfowl are apparently special in their "gifts"
There is really no limit to how fascinating I found all of this information, especially the stuff about the co-evolution between the males and females to be better at rape and to fight off rape.
The important lesson here is to please feel free to bring up random shit in the comment section. You may just provide me with hours of endless amusement.
Have you ever seen duck rape? I never have (or didn't know it when I saw it) but according to things I read online, lots of people have seen it in action! I did watch a YouTube video of it, but I couldn't stop laughing at the "QUACK QUACK!" to really focus on it.
What's your latest food obsession? As I said, it's mostly juice-focused but I've also been eating a ton of Ramen noodles. For once, I'm having a wallet friendly pregnancy-related food obsession!