Forgotten

Dear Liza,

I don't know how I did it, I have lost my mind.  I took you to the gym today.  I called and they came out to the car to get you.  I parked and hobbled in on my crutches.  Did my share one-legged on the rowing machine, the hand pedaler, and did some weight-lifting and abs.  Went down to the locker room and sat in the sauna.  (I sweat more there then I did working out- oh how I just want to run.  I told your dad the other day that I am going to be like Sea Biscuit and break out of this thing and run on Sunday.  That's another story...I don't even know the story of Sea Biscuit...did they have to put him down after he raced?  Yikes!  Did he even break his leg?)  I finished getting dressed hobbled to the nursery, told them to get you ready for me while I pulled the car up to come get you.  I hobbled to the car and drove away.  I realized you were forgotten on the interstate almost all the way to preschool.

When I finally got back, she said I wasn't the first one to have done that.  I think she was just trying to make me feel better.

Oh, and I did this at target last week.  Yes, those were just diapers and food.  Yes, you are my actual baby...real live member of the family...forgotten at the gym.

Had my milk not come in right then I may not have remembered you until even later... I can't promise this won't happen again, but I can promise this (though I will try harder to make sure you are with me):  I LOVE you to pieces and I always will!

Love,

Mommy

You are so cute, how could I leave you somewhere?

Dear girls,

You slowly strip your father of his man-ness somedays. Like yesterday while out to dinner, we took away his man card for a while... Michael was occupying Tillie by having a pretend conversation on her sparkly princess play flip phone.

Michael pretend rang the phone and picked it up and started a pretend conversation. Tillie chimed in, "who is it, Daddy?". To which my husband replied "It's the Beast."

Yes, as in Beauty and the Beast. And he continued to carry on a conversation with the Beast. I think they may have even made a plan to meet in the forbidden west wing.

Hardest thing

Sorry about all the leg problem posts. It's funny how something you can't soma darn thing about consumes you. Obviously I'm guilty as charged. This thing is testing my patience. If I only knew that I could rest for 10 days and then go kill that 26.2 miles I want to run soooooooo badly...then I think it would be easier to have patience with it. Darn. Why didn't I stop running right when it started hurting??? Damn dummy (like my grandpa would say).

Funny also how a few short weeks ago I thought training for a marathon while taking care of 5 young children, (one of them still nursing, two of them going through the terrible twos, one a drama queen and the oldest a perfect little helper) was the most challenging, draining, tiring thing I had ever done. Was. Until now. Now this wins. In a much worse way. But I hope somehow we will grow from it more than I would have by running a marathon.

Oh and might I mention Liza Nell has decided this is a perfect time to start crawling.

Coincidence?

I have a feeling things are happening for a reason around here. My broken leg= me having to SLOW down and let Michael take care of everything, while he has to now DO everything I did around here. Yesterday morning he even said, "Thank you" for getting up with the baby these past 7 months (he means 5.5 years but I'll let it go). He's been having to bring her to me to feed during the night. And trust me that's not all he's been having to do. I'll owe him big time after this thing come off my leg!

I don't think it was any coincidence that I saw these two adorable old folks in the office right before I got word of my broken leg.

We are just being given an obstacle for now. I'm sure they have had their share too.