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Super Jogger!
We’re off to a good start! Toby and I picked up the free jogger stroller on Friday, I washed the dust and spiderwebs off it Saturday and Baby Bug and I took it for a run on Sunday! Woo Hoo!!! Take that baby pudge–that has settled around my middle and refuses to leave even though I’ve been back to my pre-pregnancy weight eons ago.
It’s weird to actually want to work out. I used to force myself to run just out of sheer self hatred. But now, it’s a whole different story. I remember feeding the baby a month after she was born and looking through the sliding glass door at my running shoes as they gathered dust on the patio. I remember yearning to put them on and just run through the neighborhood free one more time. But, no, that was not happening. Babies do not go kindly into baby carriers for a jog, especially when they’re little heads go jostle jostle jostle and then they get sick and puke all over you. Not that I tried it. I didn’t. Just the thought of running with the baby made me worry, not to mention the baby-feeding-boobs that go jostle jostle jostle painfully.
The Bugaboo is funderful but it just wasn’t cutting it for running. Mostly because it’s too nice to keep outdoors. Hauling it up and down the stairs every day when I want to take a walk or a run is out of the question. It’s bad enough when I want to take it out for a stroll at the mall. And no, we don’t have a garage I can put it in. And no, I can’t keep it in the trunk of my car. My car is small, gotta put groceries in that trunk.
Now I have the jogger stroller and since it was free and it’s obviously worn, I don’t feel bad leaving it outside in the weather. I leave it under our stairs. It’s so handy! It’s so inviting! Every time I come down the stairs it sits there all red and happy saying, “Just think of the places we could go!” The wind in my hair, the pavement beneath my feet, a baby happily content as the scenery whizzes by… life is wonderful when you have a jogging stroller. Jogger sweet jogger.
Getting back into shape is not quite as pleasant. Thankfully, all the walking I do has helped. I managed to run almost 80% of my old regular route, only stopping to
restcheck on the baby a few times. It’s really nice to have something to do again in the early morning. I figure if she’s going to wake me up at the crack of dawn, I might as well put that time to good use. Trying to get her to play by herself while I slept just five more minutes was not working.So that’s that. We’re happy jogging morning people. I know. We’re freaks.
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My Little Beach Girl
My Little Beach Girl
Baby Bug and I walk down to the beach nearly every day. Most days we just stand there at the water’s edge and sigh. We watch the waves crash for a few minutes and then we head back up the hill to home because it’s almost her bedtime. But lately when we stand on the beach, she has been waving her arms up and down excitedly. She jumps up and down inside the carrier by pushing off me with her legs. Since I’m a sucker for a happy baby, I’ve been taking her out of the carrier and letting her “walk” on the wet sand.
She loves it! She just plain loves “walking” in general. She can’t really walk, she doesn’t have her balance yet. But she loves it when I hold her hands and she can use her legs to take steps. She take high steps like a soldier. It’s very funny to watch, just ask Whoorl. She walked a bunch when we were over there visiting Anders the other day.
When we’re at the beach “walking,” Baby Bug leans forward in eagerness and sometimes backwards because her legs are going faster than I can keep up. She loves the waves. She has no fear. She just wants to run out into them. Today I let her go all the way to the frothy small waves lapping on the shore. She squealed in delight. She is so joyful right now, it’s contageous. I love this stage.
I love it that she loves the beach. She really is my dream baby come true.
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Since I promised, here is my attempt to write a pantuom for my Grandma. I usually like writing poetry but for some reason I’m not getting the trick of this form. I think I must be misunderstanding the rules. By the last quatrain I’m forgetting where I am. But I also read that you shouldn’t try too hard to make it work, so this is me trying hard not to try too hard.
The ocean waves glisten in the golden sunset air
Foam decorates the water’s edge like lace upon a dress
My daughter smiles from ear to ear as closer we draw near
Her little toes wiggle back and forth in blissful eagernessFoam decorates the water’s edge like lace upon a dress
Reminding me of summer days from many a yesteryear
Her little toes wiggle back and forth in blissful eagerness
Laughter blows into the wind like whispers in my earReminding me of summer days from many a yesteryear
I think of white sundresses with spaghetti straps or less
Laughter blows into the wind like whispers in my ear
Taunting me with stories and secrets to confessHer little toes wiggle back and forth in blissful eagerness
She is looking at the water, unlike me she has no fear
She kicks me as she’s fastened in her harness on my chest
The ocean waves glisten in the golden sunset air
