Well, we finished the 10K! And yes, while I may have been passed by several tree sloths and an injured turtle, I ran the whole way. Now on to the Lynchburg half-marathon, and all I can say is, good thing it's four months away. I also started a weight training DVD, and all I can say is OW. My legs have never been so sore. It didn't help that the video has some....questionable moves and sound effects from the instructor, which were making Ben a little amorous. Let's put it this way-if your DVD instructor has you doing squats while she grunts "Give me a good hard one!" your husband is going to giggle like a schoolgirl and you're going to lose your balance.
In baby news, we have definitely reached the tantrum milestone, Henry has decided that he gets to have everything he wants exactly when he wants it, and if you disagree, then God help you. Since I tend to disagree on certain things, like whether or not he should be able to chew on the dog bowl or crash glass objects together, we are entering a new phase of the parenting roller coaster. And this kid is dramatic. He completely throws himself over backwards, kicks his feet, does that one scream and then holds his breath for the next one, which you know is going to be window-shattering....yeah, it's fun. At least today he learned that it's not a stellar idea to throw yourself over backwards when there is not a person sitting behind you and you've misjudged the placement of your boppy. CLUNK. I swear, this kid has a head like a battering ram.
He's also exhibiting some worrisome feats of strength. I got to day care the other day and his teacher was sitting and talking to him about why one should not lift up the playmat (which is about 10x10 feet and thick, it's like a gym mat) and attempt to toss the other kids off of it. He also picked up his baby gate and threw it a good four feet last weekend. I'm a little worried that he's been doing my weight DVD when I haven't been looking.
When he's in a good mood, he's all sorts of fun now. Finding new things, eating new things (hopefully not just dirt, but actual food) and spending more time with his extended family. This weekend Mom and I are taking him up to Delaware to meet all the aunts and uncles and cousins. I think he's going to have a ball, but I"m worried that my Uncle Joey will corrupt him and get him to join the Bad Boys Club, which consists of him and a few of my male cousins, not to mention my nephew Chase. From what I gather, the Bad Boys Club does a lot of talking about boobs. Not sure what else.
Well, Henry's quite fond of grabbing those, regardless of how well he (or I) knows the owner of said boobs, so he'll probably fit right in.