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So tonight I finally made it 3 miles. I went pretty slow, but it's alright, I have 4 weeks until the dreaded (ha, just kidding, I'm pretty excited) Warrior Dash, so that's enough time to speed up a bit! Totally slacking on the strength training though. Anyway, today on my run, I was attacked by 2 things: the first was a little 8lb dog. I literally looked down because I thought my shoe was untied, but no, that was the dog jumping at my foot, that's how small it was. Then I realized the dog's owner was running after us. I probably should have stopped so that the dog stopped, but hey, I was running my full 3 miles (actually I did 3.12 miles plus a scooter race--details on that in a bit) so I wasn't stopping for anybody, not even a little cute dog. The second thing/person I was attacked by was my 7-year-old neighbor. She is constantly yelling "Aaaammmyyy!!!!" from afar and I had to keep telling her "5 more minutes and I can talk." I kept dreading passing her (I run in a loop around where we live) because I was really trying to  keep my focus and enjoy the awesome Spice Girls song that came on my Pandora at just the right moment.

Anywho, I finished the run, went and talked to my 7-year-old neighbor as promised and was promptly asked to race her while she rode  her scooter. I couldn't say no. We were neck and neck for a while there and then she just kept going so I had to give up once I reached my front door. Apparently she had to flag me down because she was dying to tell me that she's a flower girl in her aunt's wedding. That was actually a pretty good reason to interrupt my run. Being a flower girl is exciting stuff.

In other news, Carter seems he may have grown out of his milk allergy (wooooo!) He's gone through a week of cow's milk yogurt and almost a week of cheese. Next week is the real deal, so we'll see how it goes. Honestly, I doubt I'll end up giving him the whole cow's milk though because I think coconut milk is just so much healthier (and basically has the exact same nutrition--we'll see what the pediatrician says, but I'm thinking it's a good substitute).

Well, off to read The Lucky One. Nicholas Sparks totally sucks me in.

Hush Little Baby...

As Carter's falling asleep I usually sing Hush Little Baby to him. The only issue is that I have no idea what the real words are. It usually starts off pretty strong:

Hush little baby don't say a word,
Mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird
And if that mocking bird don't sing
Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring don't shine... (this line is where I go awry for some reason)


And this is where it gets a little rocky. Usually it goes something like this:

Mama's gonna buy you a clementine
And if that clementine's not sweet
Mama's gonna buy you your very own street
And if your very own street's too long
Mama's gonna buy you a ping pong


*          *          *


And as the song goes on and I start to lose ideas, it usually becomes a bit inappropriate for a baby:

And if that big gun shoots real hard
Mama's gonna buy you a body guard
And if that body guard is stupid
Mama's gonna buy you your very own cupid
And if your very own cupid shoots arrows


And then it just gets boring:

Mama's gonna buy you a new wheelbarrow
And if...


How about you? Do you make up your own lyrics to songs? Do yours ever get as crazy as mine?

P.S. In other news, Carter said "book" yesterday. Unfortunately, I missed it but his Daddy heard it and so did Nana because they were doing Face Time on the ipad when he said it! This is his second word. His first was "Mama," which I did hear the first time! And now he says it regularly : ) Now that's music to my ears.

The Hunger Games

I just finished reading the third  book (Mockingjay) last night. I read all three in about a week, which is probably the fastest I've ever read three books (especially considering I was working and taking care of Carter all at the same time). I found myself reading aloud to him when I just had to know what happened next. Good thing he's still little and had no idea when violent things started happening! He did think it was quite entertaining to hear me talk so much, and at the same time he was sorta like, "Hey Mom, what's up with the no picture thing?"

The books were such a quick read because the plot moves so fast. I love fast moving plots. That's the one thing that holds me back from actually liking Victorian literature. I really try to like it, and I want to like it (who doesn't like Pride & Prejudice?) But there's a part of me that gets extremely impatient while reading minuscule details about dresses, lace on said dresses, hair, hats, a fully painted setting, etc. Ugh. When I had to read Jane Eyre in school I literally wanted to gouge my eyes out. In a Victorian Lit class I took in college, I think the only two books I actually liked were David Copperfield and The Return of the Native. Alright, I liked Wuthering Heights too, but that's it. Just a measly three out of about a bagillion.

But The Hunger Games, Catching Fire and Mockingjay kept me up at all hours of the night. And when I'd finally put the book (or ipad) down, I would dream about Katniss and Peeta (for real). haha.

I'm excited and nervous for the movie to come out next week. I've watched the trailers and interviews and it seems like it will be good, but you never know. I think if I'm disappointed I'm going to have to read the book again to fix it!

I'm also a little annoyed at the guy playing Peeta. 

He doesn't look how I think Peeta should look. 

I picture Peeta as looking a little more like that blond boy in Blue Lagoon:  

Liam Hemsworth on the other hand, looks exactly like Gale should. And Katniss looks about how I had pictured her too. I get so thrown off when characters look different in movies than how I picture them in books. Need a Casting Director, anyone? Luckily, for me, I saw Twilight before I read the books so I didn't have to deal with it with those movies!

P.S. Thank you Dominique at Purple Kale for being the first one to recommend them to me!! : )