This morning, I was certainly not feeling a run, and a part of me was thinking "streak-schmeak, I don't have to do what I don't wanna!" But, thankfully, such childish inner-whining was trumped by the very nature of the streak itself: Turns out, once something is habitual, it's pretty hard to deviate from routine. Huh. Who wudda thunk it?
So, I got out there and ran my 3 miles with Norah riding along in the stroller. I didn't necessarily like it, but I did it.
Anyhoo, I also promised to try and get a short video of Norah and her amazing new feat: Walking. So, here it is: It's just a few steps, so don't go thinking I'm gonna show her tightrope walking or anything.
17 comments:
cute! before you know it she'll be fast as lightening on those feet!
awww I miss those days! They grow up so fast!
Gah she is so freaking cute. I was thinking about you on my run this morning. Creepy? I hope not. I am just still working on trying to find my mojo again and had the bestest run, ever, today. My two year "runiversary" is coming up at the end of the month and I am thinking about doing a lil' streakage myself.
Yay Norah!!
And YAY Jess for keeping the streak going.
AWESOME! Congrats!
Well, now that little Norah is walking, she can push her own stroller!
Good job keeping up the streak. Time to get that girl running so you can ditch the stroller and improve your speed.
Congrats on the walking little one! She'll be a runner before you know it :)
Love it!
awe!! so awesome! she is too cute :)
nice job getting out there! she is so cute!
So cute! Pretty soon she'll be running with you instead of riding in the stroller. :)
Yay for Norah and her first steps! My baby cousin just started walking this week too!
That is adorable! It's the best feeling as a parent to watch our kids succeed and learn new things. Enjoy!
i love how scooter is just watching in the background ;)
Great family video!!
I remember those days very well. I was so excited for my son to walk, I couldn't wait. I think I was so anticipating him walking that I hampered my enjoyment of the crawling stage somewhat. Soon after I found myself missing his crawling phase. After he learned to walk, he was so excited to explore that he had a lot less time to cuddle. It was like he was on a schedule, "Pops, I got a lot of 'splorin' to do today and we'll have to ration this cuddling thing, mmmmk?" It made me realize he was growing up, no longer an "infant". Don't get me wrong, I was elated that he began walking, thanking God that he was progressing just as he should and healthy as a bear. I just missed him being my little bundle. However, soon after that I decided I wouldn't be one of those parents that pine for the days of old. I would savor every moment more carefully, looking forward to the next stage, but never so much that I forgot to fully enjoy the present. By the way, I'm certainly *not* saying anything about you, just talking about myself here.
When my second son was born, I really relished every moment of his early life. I applied this thinking to both of my sons and it made me appreciate how much of a gift they really are, so much more. Time seemed to slow down a bit doing things that way. I never felt as if I'd missed out on anything after that, and I didn't get melancholy about them growing up either (well, maybe a little now and then).
My oldest son loved helping my wife and I "Booey-Proof" our younger son's play areas. He was so sweet, checking all the soft corners to make sure they were on good and tight and gently distracting him when he would try to escape from his play area (which he couldn't, but this didn't stop him from trying). I don't think anything is cuter than watching your older son or daughter mimic the way you correct or guide them. It will teach you a LOT watching this, and very possibly humble you as well. One time we were at the table and Ben (who we called "Booey" after Yogi's sidekick) was eating peas. As he started to pop one into a nostril, my oldest (Joshua) quickly, but softly and lovingly stopped him and said, "Oh no, buddy, you don't wanna do that. I got a peanut stuck in my nose and dad had to dig it out with a screwdrivler". I swear, I laughed so hard I almost puked. I never dug out a peanut with a "screwdrivler", though. I used a soft rubber stem made for just such occasions, combined with some soft blowing from him. Popped right out, but it clearly made an impression on him. I couldn't believe he remembered it! His sweetness in how he protected his little brother was what tickled me so. How kind and gentle he was in mimicking our warnings to him, except we (my wife and I) could never be that sweet and tender.
Sorry for ranting, your blog just brought back memories. Thanks for that.
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