Back to routines

I just finished running one mile. One mile. I'm exhausted. I 've felt better than this after a 15-mile training run in the past... but I've got to start somewhere if I'm ever going to make a 15-miler again. My goal is to start slowly and work up to a consistent 3- or 4-mile run. Maybe if I can stick with it, I can join some of the Bunco girls in the Derby minimarathon in April, but I'm not setting that as a goal until I can do 3 miles without gasping for breath and feeling like I have jelly for legs.

Took my first shopping trip with both kids today too. I put Ty in the Baby Bjorn carrier and had Lauren Clay in the cart. She was incredibly well behaved (even without a snack!) Unfortunately, I timed the trip wrong and infringed on Lauren Clay's naptime. As we were waiting in the long line to check out, Lauren Clay grabbed my hand and put her head on it... then fell asleep. I kept trying to figure out how to get the goods out of the cart and onto the belt without disturbing Lauren Clay's sleep, so I tried replacing my hand with her coat (she responded with a "No Mommy!", then grabbed my hand and went right back to sleep.) Eventually I just gave up trying to resituate her and figured I'd figure something out. Thankfully the lady behind me saw my dilemma and unloaded my cart. She told me that it was a God-thing that she ended up in this line so she could help, and I got very teary-eyed because she was an answer to my quick and frantic prayer of "God, please help me figure out how to manage this next move." Thankfully again, in the parking lot I ran into a girl who came to Bunco one night as a sub (we had actually run into each other in most every aisle at Walmart :)). She followed me to the truck and helped me get Lauren Clay out of the cart and into her carseat. Unfortunately, Lauren Clay startled and kind of panicked when she saw a "stranger" pulling her out of the cart, and she woke up. I was hopeful that she would go back to sleep, but she didn't. Oh well. Hopefully that means we'll have an early bedtime tonight!

A couple of cute things I've been meaning to post:
-Lauren Clay loves snowmen. She likes to pretend she is Rusty the Snowman.
-She's been calling John "Pops." ("Mommy, where's pops?")
-She says the Humpty Dumpty rhyme, but calls him "Humpy Dumpy."
-And, finally, a quick story about our trip to the Nutcracker Saturday night: Lauren Clay sat the through whole show, quietly enthralled with the ballet. However, in the scene where Clara rides out on a swan, Lauren Clay yelled at the top of her lungs: "Haaaah! A DUCKIE!"

I'm off to straighten the house. Looks like a tornado passed through earlier today...