I would guess I had a bit of a proud motherly tone as I spoke of her accomplishment. They listened and oohed and aahed over their sister.
Sitting nearby Lydia in her best very matter of fact and unimpressed tone stated, "Well. I am a runner too."
I'm learning that four year olds can be jealous of 22 year olds and I'm thinking the next decade with this one could be sketchy. (I guess she's a runner?!? Probably doing the bulk of the training while I sleep?)
All last week I heard "Stay lookin at me, Mom!" about twenty times a day. She may be 7th in line but she demands to be heard/seen/noticed/appreciated/applauded... repeat repeat.
~Troy's Mama has not been to Haiti before today, she lands in approximately 6 minutes. We have a house full of fevers and sore throats but we refuse to let that bring us down. We're so glad she's here!
~Our truck overheated today with children in tow. Nothing causes a freak-out quite like being in intense heat on the side of the road far from home with "stay lookin at me" with you. I remained not calm and texted Troy to get on his radar in case we couldn't find a work-around. In the end we managed to drop Paige off and limp home without much more than one frustrated exchange with an oncoming armored
~No babies in many days, currently no reports of labor pains.
