So while I've been getting fatter, Mark's been getting fitter. As a goal, he decided to start running 5k races and last Saturday was his first. He ran in the Chuy's Hot to Trot 5K, which was happening right in our neighborhood. And he did it so fast that we didn't even make it to the finish line in time to cheer him. Luckily, Danny and I caught him near the beginning of the race and Danny was blown away when he saw all the runners coming straight for us. He still talks about it. Not really about Mark running in the race, but about some of his other favorite participants.
Here's a sample conversation:
Danny: "Mommy! A race: doggies, babies...run! Go, go, doggies! Shhh...babies sleeping!"
Mommy: "Daddy was in the race, too. Wasn't he?"
Danny: "Yeah...RUN, DOGGIES!"
Here are some pictures at the finish line (once we got there) and daddy and Danny relaxing later. (Or as Danny calls it, "lox!" When he's having his toddler tantrums, I give him his puppy, something to drink and tell him to "go relax" on the couch. Apparently, it happens often enough for him to learn the phrase.)
An update on the last post: After EVERYONE got finished telling me I was wrong and Danny had a virus, I mysteriously caught his "bug bite" and have been sick since. Which made for a lovely Mother's Day in bed moaning and groaning and praying that I don't go into labor. I swear. If this kid gets sick one more time before the baby is born, I'm really going to loose it.
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