Conflicting Interests

Although not perfectly accommodating, Isaac has been very good to me when it comes to running together. What a champ. I bring cheerios, bagels, milk or water, pear slices and fruit snacks, and we go for runs together. I LOVE it! Lest you think runs are sheer euphoria for me, I'll be honest and admit that my knees tend to feel a little uncomfortable--this is definitely on account of my nearly three-month sabbatical from exercise, coupled with weight gain. But it's so worth it. I listen to my MP3 player and try to be good about pausing my music to talk with Isaac about birds, trucks, cars, dogs, ducks and llamas, and he lets me know when he needs more of whatever. We're a great team.

You'd think that after a run, I'd be willing to do just about anything for my blessed child. But that's when I'm thirsty and hungry and need to go to the bathroom (thank you, pregnancy). So we have conflicting interests. Here Isaac relaxes in his garden in the front yard, brazenly ignoring my pleas to come inside with me.

And here is Isaac's toy station. We owe the glory of this station to a successful garage sale excursion a few Saturdays ago. We got a whole box of toys (which included dozens of cars and G.I Joe accessories) for $2 and we got a bunch of free stuff. Isaac and I don't typically have conflicting interests regarding this toy station. We both deeply, deeply cherish said station for different reasons:). For the germophobes out there, yes, Doug and I disinfected everything.

And here, another cute conflict of interests: I want to teach Isaac how to be my helper, but I also really want the broom so I can sweep those stone floors. I know I could go out and buy him his own little man-broom and dustbin--maybe I will. I'd love for Isaac to become a better helper with clean-up, as I am forever stooping to clean up his ABC food and toys. We'll work on that today.

And a cute moment from last night: We did a family home evening revolving around prayer. We'd say these words and act out the motions, "We fold our arms... and close our eyes... and pray to Heavenly..." to which Isaac would respond, "Fawdder." It was pretty sweet.

And something unrelated to our kid, since blogs are way kid-heavy: Um... my cousin is having a bridal shower on Saturday and I'm planning on getting her something really "special" for her honeymoon from either a garage sale or D.I. A garage sale would be best, but I'll settle for D.I. if necessary. Anyway, I'm thinking of going with the theme, "Something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue." Can you think of anything to give her for the "borrowed" part? I'd like it to be funny but not incriminating for me. The blue will be condoms in a blue box for sure, but I need to resolve the rest. Have a great day and feel free to deal out suggestions:).