Monday, March 22, 2010

Day 79, 80, and 81

Day 79
The girls got lots of together time with Daddy and Grami all weekend since I was away at a retreat again.  Apparently I did enough excercise to cover all of us.  A solo 2.5 mile run on the beautiful (hilly!) wooded trails, then another 4.5 miles with a fun group of women up a very steep (even for me) look out hill and then on the same trail I had run on earlier.  Beautiful beautiful scenery crossing over the many railroad trestles.  Sore and tired is the best description for how I felt saturday night. 

John's mowing of the land at the cabin was his activity, it's hard work and is usually a multiple hour task. The report is that the girls didn't get out and do anything active, but if I know them, there was lots of playing going on.  It's always fun to play with toys you haven't seen in awhile.

Day 80
Zip for John and the girls, on the active part that is, but again, lots of together time.  I got back into town and then headed out the door - 6 miles for me.   Gotta stick to the training schedule. 

Day 81
Finally, a required rest day for me, again the training schedule.  John walked our 3 mile neighborhood loop and spent a long time helping Hannah with her homework, usually my job.  His choice was the dishes or Hannah, I'm glad he chose Hannah.  The girls had friends over this afternoon and played outside for a long time in the backyard, lots of water and mud included.  When it came to family time, we did our jumping jack hide and seek game.  On our last round, Haley was so excited to run downstairs to find her sister that she tumbled (literally!) all the way down from the top stair.  These are wood stairs with a tile landing.  Fortunately she is OK, but that is the worst sound a mother can hear.  I wasn't in the room to see it, but John assures me she rolled as well as she could have to minimize injury.  We got her laughing by telling her that her gymnastics teacher was going to impressed that she could roll all the way down a staircase.

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