Today was 15 degrees warmer than yesterday so my run much more comfortable (for me, I don't think the baby cares). I lucked out and the baby took an extra long stroller nap today so I was able to get 8 miles done. It's nice to finish a run and feel like I'm tired and done versus just ending it because the baby is tired of the stroller.
|You need to provide in-flight entertainment|
|Beyond laughing at my hat, which I do notice.|
My husband is back from work travel! He wasn't gone that long, but days without my treadmill count extra. Even though he got to go someplace warm, I wasn't envious of his trip at all when he told me about the clusterfuck of going through security. They should just wave him through because he doesn't even look like a terrorist.
But seriously, he is going to do this new TSA program of getting prescreened so you don't have to through the normal security lines. If you travel a lot and haven't heard of that yet, you're welcome.
It's going to be in the 70s this weekend! I can't wait to break out the shorts and go frolic outside.
|I could watch this all day|
And the bad:
Can we discuss this article? This Representative from GA has suggested that poor kids who qualify for free lunch should have to do janitorial work to "earn" it.
Under the guise of wanting to teach kids that there "no such thing as a free lunch," Rep. Kingston wants young kids to have to sweep the cafeteria floors in exchange for their meal. Stuff like this makes my head actually hurt. As if poor kids aren't already self conscious, let's make them do manual labor while the rich kids get to go play! To be fair, you can't just hand out fancy food like this. It teaches the wrong life lesson.
|The only ones actually eating this are the hungry kids|
A long time ago, I knew I could never be a nurse. It's not that I can't handle some grossness, it's really that I don't like people enough. Since I've had kids, I've found another reason I can't be a nurse: I panic at the sight of blood.
Cordelia's new favorite game is climbing on and off the coffee table. It makes me nervous, but she loves it so I'm trying to chill out and just let her be a kid (baby?). She has fallen off twice now and it didn't slow her down, but it was enough for me so I was thinking about moving the coffee table to the basement until she's 15.
Today she was playing on the table and she slid off and plopped right on her butt. I was surprised when she started crying, but it was 30 minutes until nap time so I blamed fatigue. I was holding her and she was rubbing her face on my shoulder as she cried and when she lifted her head, all I could see was blood. Between the crying and face rubbing, it was everywhere and I couldn't find the source. I checked her teeth, her lips, her face...nothing looked hurt! But the blood kept coming, so I panicked and called my husband. He calmly suggested that perhaps she bit her tongue.
Pretty much as soon as I talked to him, the bleeding stopped and I felt stupid for panicking. It was just tiny cut on her tongue and she didn't even care about it after the first five minutes.
|Put me down so I can go climb the coffee table again!|
Fun fact of the day: blood looks funny on black tech fabric.
|Not dirt, I swear|
Our basement now has a coffee table. I wonder what she'll find next for her baby daredevil games?
What are your opinions on the manual labor for a school lunch idea? Feel free to call me a bleeding heart liberal socialist for being against it.
Do you panic at the sight of blood? I used to be fine with it, until I had kids.