Dead Bird

In fact, we have found THREE of them in our yard in the past month. 3 dead birds!

What is this?! The bird flu? Some kind of toxic waste that we don't know about? Or could it be the neighbor boys with BB guns that have been known to fire into our yard? Coincidence? I don't think so. Maybe they will shoot their eye out.

A Real Runner

Yesterday, Mike took Lucas to an airshow and gave me the entire afternoon off to enjoy on my own. So blissful and needed.

It was gorgeous out and I decided to go for a run. I dressed the part in my old running shorts and t-shirt, double layer socks, pedometer, favorite Mizuno Legends and shoe pocket. I even carried my special, handled waterbottle. I felt pretty cool and maybe even a little hardcore. Like my old self again. Even if for just a moment. That was until I turned the corner out of my cul-de-sac and twisted my ankle. I ran through the pain which quickly subsided.

I went for a three miler loving every minute of it. The sound of my feet hitting the pavement, the rhythmic breathing, the sweat, the air on my body that hadn't seen the light of day for months. I even felt the air on my feet as it passed through my mesh shoes. I must have been going fast. Maybe not.

I missed running. It had been about a month and a half since I had (since I've been so wasted tired in my early pregnancy) and 5 months since I had gone without pushing Lucas in the jogger.

Weight Expectations

Lucas has started climbing onto the scale and looking down expectantly to see his weight pop up. I guess that he has seem me do it regularly his whole life and now he's obsessed with each pound, too. He is a great imitator now with words and actions. No more swearing and obscene gestures, I guess.

Face Plant

This morning, I was trotting down the stairs with Lucas in my arms and somehow missed the last step or two. I was miraculously able to protect him in my arms as I fell to the floor, landing on my foot in a very uncomfortable way. Luckily I didn't break it, though it smarted the rest of the day and hurts when I bend it a certain way.

Later in the afternoon at the park, Lucas followed his mama's example by face planting in the dirt. I picked him up quickly and saw him spitting out sand. And my boy didn't even cry. What a tough little guy.

At first, I was mortified that he had gotten the filth in his mouth and then I remembered the expression, "God made dirt, so dirt won't hurt." And I felt better.

One

A year later. Our lives are richer. We get less sleep. We laugh and smile more. We've changed a million or so diapers. He's grown so much. We didn't realize we had so much love to give. A year later and I can't believe that it has only been one year. We are forever changed.

Happy 1st Birthday, my son! I love you.