Something truly amazing has happened that I never thought was possible. I enjoy running. I don't know if it's because of my awesome stroller that makes me feel better than everyone else, or if it's the sexy brown stretchy pants I wear, or the over sized T shirts. It's for sure not because I'm fast.
As of late, I've been making my jogging more meaningful by running to Macy's and doing grocery shopping or buying other needful commodities (today we were in desperate need of printer paper and a watch battery). I make sure to get in the line with the same checker every day (don't worry Noah, it's a girl) so I get the little nod of approval "wow, you're really dedicated." I shrug as if it's no big deal, then I pull out my debit card and flex my biceps while sliding my card in the reader.
As I return home, I make sure to sprint by the houses belonging to people I know and then I work out my neighbor's probable internal monologue, "Hey, is that Kaila? Didn't she just have a baby? Wow, she's really booking it! Those are some awesome stretchy pants!"
So I don't know what it is exactly that has me hooked on running. It must be the stroller.
Noah I miss you. Bedtime was far better tonight than it was last night so you can come home as planned. I took your advice and let Gabby be the leader tonight (except I overruled when she said she wanted to play UNO 60 times). Oliver laughed in the bath again. We went and saw Madagascar 2 and we showed our house.
Enjoy the quiet nights and peaceful mornings until you come back. Love you.