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Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Mom Competitive Sports, Part Two

Can you walk a dog and make a baby laugh?

I can.

Here's how I found out I had this great talent.

We got a dog, Sadie. She needs to still be walked on the leash because she hasn't figured her name out completely yet, she likes to chase chickens and I don't have the athletic ability to chase after her...or the want to. They just covered the surrounding fields in manure. I would have to think long and hard about chasing after her if she took off in that nasty super covered in poopy slimy field.

But I also have this adorable ten month old baby I am watching. Who doesn't like to take a nap all the time. But the dog, well, she needs to go relieve herself regularly. What's a girl to do?
Walk the dog, with the baby of course!

I did take a moment to remind God how much I love my arms and would rather keep them if it was fine with Him.

And then we were off.

I figure we must have really looked the sight. Me looking like I am about to face certain doom and must protect Jr at all costs. Sadie, all black, basically walking on her hind two legs. Jr, bouncing along for the ride.

Sadie was so excited to be out since I had been putting her off thinking Jr would nap but he hadn't and Sadie has to pee and she wanted to run and she wanted to sniff and she wanted to run and she wanted to play and she wanted to run!!!!!!!

My arms screamed.

Jr laughed. He laughed and he laughed and he laughed and he laughed.

And when Jr laughs, you just can't help but laugh too.

So we jogged, got hauled around, didn't fall, didn't trip, I kept my arms (although I took some Motrin) and all was wonderful in the world again.

So, in the Mom Competitive sports category, I survived...with laughter.

1 comment:

Becca @ Our Crazy Boys said...

Look at you... excelling in every sport :)

LOVE your button!