There is really nothing funnier than making the dog wear a hat. Even if the kid was asleep, my husband would still be doing it and laughing. Soon after this was filmed, I had to take the hat away and put it in the closet because Faith wanted to keep going, but Peanut was just done. You know how dog rescue agencies are always looking for people who are home during the day to adopt dogs so they won't be alone all the time? I feel like Peanut is going to put her own Petfinder ad out for a home with people who all work and let her sleep all day in peace.
Today was a really beautiful day, but it was also really windy (such shocking weather for March). My 4 mile stroller run absolutely sucked. Well, the first 2 miles were ok...because the wind was at my back. It was really the way home that killed me. The wind was so strong that Peanut wouldn't even open her eyes (and kept bumping into my leg as a result) and all of Faith's hair was standing up. I was hating life pushing the stroller and was super slow coming home.
|The wind helps me blow bubbles, so quit yer bitching Mommy!|
Since I came home so dejected from the 4 mile run, I didn't expect great things from my treadmill run 45 minutes later (after toddler play time, lunch time and nap time) and I told myself to just get through 4 more miles. Surprisingly, I had a great run and went for over 5 miles, so I guess I just needed some time to regroup.
After nap time, Faith and I spent the rest of the afternoon outside playing in the driveway and she invited herself over to play soccer with our next door neighbor's kids. She is obsessed with balls (and screams "BALL!" when she sees one) and she actually played with the other kids by passing the ball, so that's some kind of developmental step. I think...I don't know, I stopped reading those developmental guides because it's such boring reading (and hardly ever accurate). Let's just say my kid is a genius.
I'm running a 10 mile race on Sunday morning (the Cherry Pit 10 Mile), so I'm looking forward to just showing up and racing and not worrying about registration or timing. The only bummer is that I'm not allowed to bring Peanut. She's going to be so pissed to be left at home because she doesn't know many things, but she knows when I dress in running clothes and leave without her that she's missing out. Her life is truly full of suffering.
Are you racing this weekend?