Just Another Mommy Blog

Maverick would have done well as one of Pavlov's dogs. If he is laying there and you want him to do something he doesn't want to do, he will ignore you like he is deaf. But, I move the high chair in preparation to feed Chloe, Maverick comes running from the far corners of the house and skids to a stop, jaw hanging, panting, tongue sticking out with drool dripping on the floor. He sits there expectantly every single time.

We have been trying finger foods with Chloe. It's funny, because usually she puts everything in her mouth, especially things you don't want in her mouth like the fireplace poker, or the ties on her dad's shoes. But you give her freshly cooked organic veggies and they go straight off her high chair and into Maverick's mouth. It's now become a game. She will strain as far as she can toward the side to get a look at him and drop a piece of food. At first, I thought it was coincidence. Then, she did it again, and again. Each time she looked at me for acceptance. I finally said, "Are you feeding the dog on purpose?" She laughed, and promptly reached over the side and dropped another piece of food. She only does that when the dog is there. I thought it was funny at first. Now I am afraid I have sanctioned a very bad habit.

In other news...I started training for the marathon. Last week I did really well. I ran 12 .6 miles. If I double that and run it all at once, it will be a marathon. I have a long way to go, but really, I was pretty happy with the runs. I made it out to run 4 out of 7 days, and each run was easier then the last. Chloe even rode along quietly twice in her BOB. That's progress. I was looking forward to logging more miles this week (I need to work up to 40-50 mile weeks), but then I got sick.

I rarely get sick. Actually, the last time I remember getting this sick was about 4 or 5 years ago during a business trip to Ottawa. Usually Martin is the one who gets sick, and he is a generally very good patient and a fast healer. But like most women, true or not, I believe I handle illness better, and usually feel annoyed when he is sick. Actually, I usually wish that I would be sick instead of him, secretly believing that if I am sick, we'll still be operating as "normal" whereas when he is sick, he takes time out to rest (You figure out why he is a fast healer, and I am not). Anyway, that's not how it worked this time. I was sick, and I wished it were him instead of me. Until he caught it too, one day after me. We laid there with fevers holding hands while Rose watched Chloe and said, "This sucks."

Thankfully Chloe doesn't have it. At least, not yet.

Anyway...I am feeling better now, as is Martin. I may try a short run tomorrow. We'll see. I am bummed I had to take this training break just after I got into a good routine, but am thankful it wasn't right before the marathon!