I've started running again. After the half-marathon in April, I pretty much stopped cold turkey, but this week I decided to begin hopping on the treadmill every morning before the girls get up. I have about 15 minutes between Bryan's alarm going off and their usual wake-up time, which is just enough to fit in a mile or two. Nothing too strenuous, as that would put Bryan right over the edge (he's already only grudgingly accepting of the fact that I chose 5 months pregnant as the appropriate time to start running again), but enough to get me up and moving and full of endorphins for the day.
Olivia read Cat in the Hat to her monkey the other day: "The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house all that cold, cold, wet day. I sat there with Sally. We sat there, we two. I sat there with Sally. We sat there, we two. Well... What would YOU do if your mother asked YOU? Oops, I forgot the middle!" Contrary to the end of this display, however, she actually knows this book quite well.
We've been working with Olivia on actually listening to the bible story read during prayers at night. Usually I'll give her something to listen for and then ask a question at the end. She has yet to know the answer. The other night, though, I told her to listen to where Jesus and his family went to hide from Herod. Bryan and I even redirected her attention as I read the line about Egypt a second time. At the end of the story, I asked where Jesus and his family were hiding. "Um... The laundry room!" Bryan had to leave the room to compose himself.
We learned on Sunday that Gretchen knows the word "hat." A baby in a hat sat in the pew in front of us, and Gretchen spent 20 minutes saying, "See baby hat!" Nothing could dissuade her from making this observation or convince her to make it it a quieter voice. The whole back right of the church knew that Gretchen could see the baby's hat. Continually.
As illustrated in the story above, Gretchen attempts sentences for most of her communications. Her favorite question to ask is "doing?" At breakfast, we talk about how we "see Daddy water", "see milk", "want oatmeal", and know that "Daddy go work." She listens to conversations and chimes in whenever she hears a word she recognizes, and she repeats everything. As a result, she says "minute" quite clearly with absolutely no idea what it means, and she's attempted "seriously." Seriously?
This extended weekend we'll be spending with my family, so there are sure to be plenty of pictures from the paparazzi adoring aunts and uncles next week, assuming I can convince them to send said pictures to me.
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