Jogging Partner

Yesterday I learned that I have allergies.  I took the girls to the doctor with me, as my throat has been hurting worse and worse every morning for a week now.  I haven't had much for sore throats since my tonsillectomy six years ago, but this really hurt.  For some reason, my well behaved children turn into a three ring circus when we are in doctors' offices.  Maybe it's the small room, the lack of attention, I don't know.  We are a bit overwhelming for the nurses and doctors to handle. Clara was trying to climb up the chairs and tables as Lucy was singing her version of Lady Gaga's Poker Face at the top of her lungs. 

Cutie Pie, Cutie Pie, 
Oh you're a cutie pie, Booger Face
(She's got a little doggy)...

Lucy thinks that my mom sings Poker Face (Lady Gaga) and that the song is called Booger Face, so yeah, it's a favorite.

Fortunately for me the doctor was highly entertained, not irritated...at least he played it off that way.  He checked out my throat and told me that it doesn't even look slightly pink and I seem perfectly healthy.  He insisted that after having babies your body can change (preaching to the choir...) and although I have never had allergies before, I do now.  As if stretch marks weren't enough.



Lucy has quickly approached the age of noticing physical appearances.  Two nights ago on our walk, she noticed a little boy riding his bike who was "brown" and just last night, she commented on a woman who had passed us who "has a really big belly".  In both cases I explained that God makes everybody different and how wonderful it is that we don't all look the same.  I still don't know how to get the point across that it's not polite to point those things out.  Any advice from my "seasoned" parent friends who have been through this?  I remember this phase with my baby brother, Jacob as a little kid, but come to think of it, I don't know if he has grown out of it yet at ten years old ;) ...

On that same walk two nights ago, Lucy lasted in the sit-n-stand stroller for her usual minute and a half before begging to get out.  She got out and ran.  Tony ran with her a little bit and it got me thinking.  If that little girl can run non-stop for thirty minutes with little sandals on, she just may be able to out-run me.  Her wardrobe only consists of dresses, skirts and sassy little jeans I wish Gap would make in my size too, so we went to Target. I bought Lucy her first pair of tennis shoes (don't judge me) as well as her first pair of shorts (yes, she doesn't own shorts-it's fine) and a little athletic tee. 

All excited and ready to go on a jog with her Mama!

Wouldn't you know, my dress-and-ballet-flat-wearing little girl jogged 1.75 miles, insisting to break only when people passed us on bikes or on foot.  I was simply stunned by her intensity and speed. It goes without saying that I am always stunned by her in general.  I kept telling her what a great job she was doing and she returned the compliments, "Oh, Mommy!  You are such a good jogger!  I am so proud of you!"  At three-years-old, she constantly warms my heart. 

As for my workout, I got a nice one carrying her exactly 1.75 miles all the way back home.  From the moment she woke up this morning, she hasn't stopped asking when we get to go again.