This week we got to hang out with our alley neighbors a few times each. Jenn joined us for breakfast and made some very expert bacon. Shaundra came along to Snake Lake and ran our race training with us. We even played dress up in the nature center.
Fun times were had by all…
We grew this. In our own garden. Right here in the Pacific NorthWest. Oh yes we did!
This year, Edie and I are planning to run in the Black Cat costume run at Point Defiance in October, so we have been training like crazy. Our big practice run this week was at the actual race course, and we busted out two solid miles at an average of 17 min miles, which I think is pretty respectable for a four year old and stroller mama… We have just one more mile to add to our training program over the next month.
Every time we set out to run, Edie whines and informs me that she is definitely not racing with me after all, but a slow half mile later, she’s all warmed up and falls into a steady pace chattering about her current costume inspirations. She cackles and careens like a maniac grabbing pinecones and leafs along the way. Her current kicks are covered with blue and pink swirls she chose because they are “Aurora Borealis shoes;” they don’t light up but they sparkle and they came with cat stickers, oddly. I try to explain about pushing through until the endorphins come onboard, but next time it’s still going to be my insistence that “I will be training anyway, but you can catch up later if you’re dropping out now” that will pull her through that first half mile. I will jog along at a speed no faster than walking, “Just until that yellow sign up there, see it?” and with plenty of walking breaks and water stops. Then when she’s warm and ready, we’ll storm down a gentle slope and she will laugh and yell. This time she screamed, “This is so fun to go fast! We’re almost to the finish line!”
After a good run we try to always use up all that good energy with something super fun and pleasant, wandering through the display gardens or playing at the park. This week we did both, stretching out by some deer and ducks in the Japanese Garden, then swinging with Rory at the playground and wrapping up some wild pirate imagination play.
It’s really hard for me to stay present and engaged the way I always meant to be, especially now with both these little turkeys and their constantly evolving forms of dependency. But when we all get out together, grab some fresh air, silly play, and good clean sweat, we somehow button back up together and stabilize. So it may be a weird association for her later, but I hope Edie is able to draw on these memories, when shared times of burning off stress allowed us to turn a rough week around. That would be a pretty healthy adult skill… Regardless, days like this are the only way to survive this motherhood thing.
Last week we started preparing for the fall and the cold weather by signing up for the YMCA and registering for ballet! Edie did a round of Ballet classes last winter while we waited for the baby to come, and she kept talking about it all through the year, so when we checked out the schedule, we were pretty happy to find ourselves just in time for classes to start.
At first, she was feeling a bit concerned about a new teacher and new classmates, but this morning as we pulled on her polkadot tights she announced, “I’m not nervous anymore; just excited!” Dropping off involved a moment’s hesitation, but she was soon galloping off with three new friends and getting into the scarf twirling in a big way.
Meanwhile, Roly-poly and I checked out the equipment in the preschool/toddler gymnasium. He was so curious and excited to climb over large mats and shapes, and he pulled out the special delighted hyperventilation noise he usually saves for wild man stair climbing. The floor inset trampoline was a bit terrifying until those big kids finally went away, and the ladder to the slide was cooler than escaping to the laundry room. Roly has been considering walking for a while now, and seeing all the big kids run and play was additional inspiration for sure.