Tackling Puppies

Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Today was the second time this week that I had to tackle Harper on the front porch. We haven't been putting her collar on her because it jingles so much, and it wakes Aria. Good on one front, but tough when it comes to handling her.

On Halloween an unsuspecting group of trick or treaters got bum rushed by a giant dog. I only opened the door a tiny bit, for me to fit out, and somehow she pushed her way through. I dropped the bowl of candy and bear hugged Harper with my entire body. Then with a sense of urgency I said "Hurry! Just take some candy!!!" The three teenage girls standing on my porch were surprised and amused.

Tonight the Boy Scout who has sold us a Christmas wreath for the past 3 years, came by with his mom. I opened the door the tiniest amount, just enough to slide him some money. Harper burst through like it was a birthday cake and she was dressed in a bikini. I jumped out the door and again was bear hugging her on the porch to keep her from getting away.

Crazy dog.

Anyway. So I've been training for a November half marathon...my first post pregnancy long race. I've been so excited that I already picked out my awesome race outfit.
Then it happened.

I was up pumping at 3am, when I decided to check out the race course online. I went to the website and the date looked a little odd. Then I checked my training schedule and everything looked like it added up. Then it hit me...

Oh crap. Thanksgiving is the fourth Thursday of November...not the third. This race is a totally different day than I thought it was. I won't even be in the state that day!!!!!
Sonofabitch!!!!!

For the past month I had been training for a race that I thought was a completely different day.
Needless to say, I won't be racing that half. Womp womp.
I guess when you're sleep deprived you may or may not confuse dates.

It's probably for the best though, because it's a lot tougher than I anticipated, to work in planned training sessions right now. It seems that babies do not like to keep the strict schedules that Type A personality triathletes like to keep.
At least they are cute...



Aria picked out her own clothes this day...I tried to tell her they didn't match. She said they were stylish and that I have no idea what I'm talking about. Crazy baby.
Happy Tuesday everyone.


3 comments:

  1. I love reading your blogs:) I wish we lived closer so danny could bring me by to meet the baby:-) you are an amazing mom from what I get to read on here:)

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  2. She is just adorable!! Good luck figuring out a way to keep your doggie in =)

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  3. Bwhahaaa the first picture of Aria cracked me up! Her little grin says "silly mummy, signing up for the race on the wrong day!" There is a trail race series down in Virginia and I forgot which one in the series I signed up for, so you are not alone :) I hope your training is going well and there are plenty of other halfs in the sea!

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