Parental Cruelty

So, I was almost ready to call myself a runner. I mean, I have gone pretty much every day for 2 weeks and it's been amazing. That means I'm a runner. Right? Here's the thing. I always see these runners in there who are running at like 10MPH and at a 7 incline. And I think, "Oh Come On. What are you possibly training for? And why do you have a sweat towel? A little dramatic, don't you think?" So, I guess they are runners. Not me. Even though I did need a towel today, and I felt like a total loser. I tried to fight it until my everything was sweating and I gave in.

The Y is treating us right. There's a "Toddlercize" class every Thursday and Cham asks me, on point, every.single.day. when we are going to Toddlercize again. It's so great to see her playing with other kiddos and getting her fitness on. Y'all remember those parachutes?

Notice how she kicks the foam... then fixes it. Perfectionist.

Don't notice how I trip and pull the tape off the mats. 

I'm clumsy like that. And a little slow, if I'm being honest. As I was walking though the grocery store today I heard a laugh, then got a not-so-subtle tap on the shoulder. A sweet lady with one very well behaved toddler (it was disturbing how quiet he was) was there when I turned around and said, "Um, excuse me, but... um... giggle... you have stickers all over your back...giggle giggle" Of course I do. She helped me pluck them all off and was on her way. I'm betting her toddler had never done anything of the sort. In fact, I'm not sure he was a real boy. Silent, I tell you. Have you Publix shoppers ever tried to grocery shop for the week with 2 kiddos while using the race car? Uhhh...

It's almost like child cruelty. But in reality, it's more like parental cruelty. 

I kid. -ish. 

My kiddos are not quiet, and I like it that way, most of the time. They love one another to the max and there's no one who makes them laugh harder than each other. It's THE BEST.

Here she is. Teaching him how to walk. 

It's really sweet until he falls and she drags him. 

Why are my kids growing up? This, and I am being serious, is parental cruelty:

Sitting at the table for snacks. A table. Both of them. 

Too big, too soon. Makes my eggs jump for a little teensy newbie again. swoon. 
(I said swoon, not soon. Get it straight!) 

Until Next Time,
The Guff