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It’s spring break week here. Preschooler D has been wearing the same set of PJs going on 48 hours now. We are all having a hard time remembering we took our fun trip to “Central Florida” during the teacher convention. It’s a long time from October to March in Minnesota — even with the great weather we’ve been having.
Colin’s summer shoes arrived today thanks to the FedEx man. They are the same size as his dad’s. I am having a hard time keeping up with his teenage eating schedule this week. I’ve set a huge bowl of snacks out in the middle of the kitchen.
To entertain D at lunch time I suggested we play Sorry with Brent. D took about five turns, declared “this game is wearing me out,” and took his PJ’d self back to the couch.
From the whiny department: Who besides me is tired of mommies who only post the best of their children on Facebook. “Little Irwin is finally potty trained at 6 months!!!” Since both my boys weren’t trained until after 4 years, this makes me want to make unloving statements in the comment section. Something like “Who’s really trained, honey? The kid or you?”
My last Facebook status: “Thought I was looking foxy at the grocery store. Turns out I had a big blob of coffee on my nose.” Yes, that really happened. Yes, it really was a big blob. It was where my nose pressed against my travel mug, so it covered the whole end of my nose. Here I thought I’d been rocking my Phoenix Zoo sweatshirt.
Tough Girl Running Journal: I was out for what I had calculated to be a mile this morning. It wasn’t. It was .81 mile. The wind was really howling this morning, and I don’t think I could have kept up my record of not stopping to walk much farther anyway. Every little bit counts, though. Three weeks ago I didn’t know I
could run a whole mile.
Blood Marrow Donation Journal: Nothing to report.