I ran three miles this morning! I ran a 5k a couple months ago, but it was HARD and I just came home and slept most of the day after. Today felt good. This is my 3rd time through Runner's World's 5k training program, so I guess it's finally taking. I know this may not seem like a big deal, but to me....it's huge. Three years ago next month I blew my knee out playing basketball. I didn't have insurance at the time so was never able get it checked or anything. It was months before I could straighten it or bend it....it stank. For over two years I wasn't able to do anything weightbearing...even standing for a long time hurt...without pain and swelling, and I started to wonder if it was ever going to get all the way better. It's only been in the last 9 months or so that that has changed. In that time, I've managed to overdo it and get plantar fascitis and IT band tendonitis. So I finally took JB's advice and checked out the Runner's World website and started following their plan instead of just trying to run as far and fast as I could every day. And it's working! I'm so excited! Of course I'm still slow....but I'm just thankful to be on my feet again.

I have to blog this while I can remember...

A too cute William moment...

Today is one of my "nanny" days when we have baby Lilly here, and when I asked William to ask the blessing on breakfast this morning, this is how it went:

William: Father in heaven, thank you for our blessings. Please bless the food. Please help us to have a good day. Please help baby Lilly to learn 9 new things today. Please help her to learn that when she tries to stand up holding onto something and her head is under it, she'll bonk her head, so she shouldn't do that. Please help her to learn that baby games aren't the most fun thing. Please help her to learn some of my games. In Jesus' name, Amen.

Was that good, mom?

Me: That was good, babe.

William: I asked God to help her learn 3 good things. He can decide the rest 'cause he's in charge of the whole world. And He always has good ideas.


I'm sure God smiled. :)

Wal-Mart is evil

I went to Wal-Mart this morning to get cheese, bread and milk (the staples of life) and those little scrubby sponge things.

I came out with cheese, bread, milk (the staples of life), those little scrubby sponge things, a Thomas the Train comforter, pillow, throw and set of sheets (for William), Buzz Lightyear pajamas (also for William--I can read your mind Crystal), 2 frozen pizzas, an electric pencil sharpener, a mini 3-drawer plastic thingamajig (hopefully to be used to keep William's art supplies from being liberally dispersed around the house where I step on them and break them, then we have to go back to Wal-Mart and get more...and Wal-Mart is evil), a Pepsi, a Dasani and 4 chocolate bars.

If it weren't for the little scrubby things, I would have just gone to HEB. I can get out of HEB with only 4 things. But not Wal-Mart...oh no...there's something in the air there. Consider yourself warned.

William wants me to start a letter campaign

We went to see Cars a couple weekends ago and one of the previews that was shown was for Monster House. My poor kid has been unable to get the scary images out of his head in all this time. He wants me to write letters to the makers of the movie and the theatre complaining. He asks some very good questions and makes some legitimate requests, such as:

--Why do people want to make a scary movie anyway? No kids like to be scared.
--Why do they show scary commercials before funny movies? People who go to funny movies don't want to see scary stuff.
--Tell them to stop showing Monster House on TV and stop showing scary commercials in kid movies.
--Tell them that they scared me and you don't like people to scare your little boy.
--Tell them to make 3 new movies that aren't scary, that are funny.

I'm touched that he thinks I have such power to affect change in the entertainment industry. I'm also more than a little ticked that I'm having to deal with this. After all, we did go to see a funny movie not a scary one (see point #2 above). It's amazing the power that images have over little kids. It's really made me rethink what I let him see, even on accident. He remembers the whole preview in vivid detail, while I barely remember it at all. Whether this is because he has a better memory than me, or because I was absorbed in getting all the buttered popcorn off the top before sharing it, I don't know. All I know is it's making bedtime a really sad time for my little boy, and I don't like it.

Lock up your daughters, dads!

William: "When I get a girl I love, I'm just going to take her places and get to know her better, but I'm not going to call that dating. I'm going to call it going to get something to eat."

William: "And you can come too."

William: "And if anything goes wrong there, we can just leave."

Me: "You mean leave her there, or take her home?"

William: "We can take her home if we want to, but if something goes wrong with her, we can leave her there."