"are you mommy or are you daddy?"

At this point in our parenting lives, with boys that are 2 and 5, KT and I have come to the realization that you never know where you will wake up in the morning or who you will wake up with.  Sure, it might sound like the wild college life to some but for us, it's just a fact of parenting.

Charlie is a very light sleeper.  Will is an extremely heavy sleeper.  I think KT and I are sort of in between the two.  I am way less likely to get up in the middle of the night though.

Last week, when I knew I wouldn't see Charlie for a whole week, I told KT to make sure I was the one that got up when Charlie got up in the middle of the night....'cause it's pretty much a given that he will get up.

So, around 2a.m. I got in bed with him and every time I would move an inch, he would jump and say, "Don't go mommy! Don't go!"

For several hours, we slept intertwined in one another because he must be touching you at all times when you are in the bed together.  Finally, when it was actually time to be awake, yet still a little dark, he grabbed my by the cheeks and with his morning breath and eyes half-opened, he said "Are you Mommy or are you Daddy?"  before planting a sweet kiss on my face.

Oh that boy.  That sweet boy.

Here we go!

I've gained an amount of weight that I am not proud of. At all.  So what does one do? Call Weight Watchers? Start counting calories? Binge and Purge? No. No. No.

You sign up for another race! There's nothing that holds me more accountable than a race on the calendar.

After MCM, I ran but it was obviously nothing like the 30+ miles a week that is required for marathon training.  And of COURSE I didn't stop eating like I was running 30+ miles per week.

Sure, I have to have that organ removed from my body on the 28th of this month but whatever.  I figured I'll train now, stop for a week or so and then pick up where I left off.  The gall bladder removal can't be much more than getting the stomach bug for a week right?  Right.

Today was the first 3 miles.  It felt good and I'm excited about doing what I love 4 days a week with my running girls.  And of course, slimming down again will be nice.

A lot of this....

is going on in our house these days.

A month ago, they started at daycare and now it's a fulltime thing.  He's pooping, peeing and wearing big boy underwear all the time unless he's sleeping.

Where did my baby go?

And yes, I'm very, very proud of him.  And I am SO HAPPY that this hasn't been much of a challenge.  Who says boys are harder to train than girls?!

Go Charlie!