I used to blog here… Almost daily. I haven't written here in two months which is like two decades in internet years. This used to be my place to talk about being preggo, and running, and having babies and sleep deprivation. Do you remember that? There are no more babies here, at least that's what my youngest keeps telling me. The only thing that's the same now is the running, and even that has morphed into swimming, cycling and running. Oh and the sleep deprivation, but that's much more self inflicted than it used to be (6am swim or bike anyone?).
(I'm not a baby anymore, mommy, I'm Katy Perry)
My motto used to be “Speeding through life with a toddler in tow”. Well that toddler is now 8. Eight freaking years have gone by since I started this blog! Where does the time go?!?
My preemie, colicky baby is now a bright, sassy eight year old hockey star:
And her baby sister that used to wake up every two hours all.night.long. is a spunky running buddy:
Time. Fighting it is like fighting a losing battle. So I give up. I'm embracing my age and enjoying a whole new set of personal bests, trying new things – like triathlons, obstacle races (not the Lego on the floor kind – though that happens too), and family Color Runs.
And I'm ready to be back. Back to sharing the ups and downs of being a mom on the run 'cause I missed you, did you miss me?
The other night, I took Brooke (my middle daughter) and Amber (my youngest daughter) to the park so that my oldest daughter, Sierra, could work on her Sea Turtle project. While at the park Amber (2.5 yrs) decided to climb the climbing wall and while climbing she kept brushing me away and insisting:
I’m not a baby mom…. I’m not a baby!
Man – I know I sound like a broken record, but I really wish I could make time stand still. My girls are growing up way to fast.
Last week I got to spend the day with my youngest daughter, Amber. She had been sent home from daycare the day before because she was running a fever, so I had to take a day off of work to care for her.
We had such a great day together!
As I pulled her around the block on her sled, I came to the realization that it was likely that last time I would ever pull one of my toddlers around the block in the snow. So I pulled her around four times and worked up one helluva sweat. We giggled and laughed the whole time, and I didn’t care that it was work.
Kids grow up so damn fast.
I tried to think back to the last time I pulled Sierra and Brooke around the block – I vaguely remembered a time when I pulled the two of them in a chain on their sleds, while holding the leash of our now-deceased dog, Molly. That day was a distant memory, just as my day with Amber last week will soon be a distant memory.
I wish I could make time stand still, don’t you?