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Run, Talia, Run

Trying to raise well-rounded children is tough! When they are so little (Liam is 1.5 and Talia is 3) it’s hard to know what they will enjoy and excel at….so we try different things.

Talia didn’t exactly take to the ice at hockey like we thought she would (the kid is obsessed with watching hockey, but when you put her on skates, she stands there and cries on ice until someone helps her….)

While we are still working on the ice skating (when we pull her off the ice, she wants to go back and do it again… we keep going with it)….we also saw the chance to do a Healthy Kids Running Series started by one of my yoga students in town. It’s meant for younger kids to get them interested in running.




It ended up being a perfect fit for her……and I’m worried she’s going to be disappointed next weekend when we don’t have her race.

She only ran 50 yards, but she loved every second of it. Yesterday she got her medal for participating! She was pretty proud!


Then I tried to get a family photo…..the results were hysterical! I’m sure all parents out there can sympathize with me….


Who is in control here?


Talia’s face is priceless here!


Somehow he kept Liam from eating dirt…I was laughing too hard to help.


The face of a man who wants help but his wife just keeps laughing!


Again with Talia’s face!


Everyone is OFP as they say in the USMC!


Now it’s Bill’s face making me laugh!


Right before he gives up!!!

In the end, we didn’t really get a group picture, but these are great!!!! Bill also got out of having to do the parent run because it suddenly started to rain HARD!!!! He was relieved. He hasn’t really run since the Marine Corps!

How was your weekend? Did you do anything fun?


The Only Mom With Tattoos

The closing of my bakery, while sad in its own right, brings along a lot of perks. One of those perks is the extra time with Talia. Today we started back at The Little Gym after discontinuing membership because Bill and I were both so busy.

For those not familiar with the concept of The Little Gym, I basically pay a ridiculous amount of money each month to let my 14 month old crawl around a gym designed for shrimps. While the teachers are teaching actual skills and helping with development (for example today we worked on back rolls which help certain motor skills and inner ear coordination) it really looks from the outside like a bunch of babies crawling around on well padded gym equipment for 45 minutes. There are really obnoxious songs which stick with you the following three days, and of course, what gym class would be complete without an @$$ load of bubbles (Talia’s favorite part!)??

As we sat around in a circle today, introducing ourselves, I couldn’t help but notice how I stuck out like a sore thumb. IF I was self-conscious, which I really am not, I would have been even more embarrassed by having Beka there with us. Talia woke up asking for Beka, so since we are both moving about 3,000 miles from each other this year, I figured we needed to spend some quality time together. Beka showed up in a camo t-shirt and miss-matched socks (they make you take your shoes off….ugh….germ city), and no noticeable make-up. She and I matched, but were the complete opposite of the other moms.

Anyway, Beka might have more tattoos than I do. She certainly has bigger, more colorful tattoos! I could not help but noticed all the nicely manicured fingers and toes worn by the other mothers. They all seemed to have matching outfits, colored hair, a ton of make-up, and their kids all matched. One mother is so over-the-top, her kid is always in custom made clothing. The poor kid even came in dressed up as a sailor once. I felt for him. It was awful!

My yoga pants, Bill’s t-shirt (complete with a hole), and flip-flopped hair were no match for these moms with too much time on their hands. I noticed how none of them had no art, no (visible) tattoos on their bodies. How boring!

I suppose something like gym for 1 year old kids is more of an upper class activity, though I enjoy the time we have together there and how much she enjoys it. I started to think “I hope my daughter beats to her own drum.” I certainly don’t want my daughter growing up like all the kids with the monogrammed shirts and dresses. How boring it was for them all to look alike. It was then I looked over at Talia who was sitting in the middle of the floor, dancing to the music, arms in the air, smile on her face. Her uncombed hair stuck out to the left. It certainly didn’t have one of those expensive bows in it like the other girls. She didn’t have a care in the world, and didn’t even notice the rest of the kids having melt downs in every corner because they weren’t getting their way. I have to say I’m relieved.  I must be doing something right! We certainly want better for our kids, but I really hope she is her own creative self! I’m thinking we are on that path!