March 7th is here. This is the date our little big man reaches 18 months, or 1.5 years for those who are math challenged. For posterity, relatives and other people interested in news about the kiddo, here we go.
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A couple weeks ago, I was having a lively discussion with my hard core Libertarian and Rush Limbaugh fan husband about government. It’s so easy to take pot shots at the Dems for their spread the wealth and take care of the downtrodden policies driving to a socialist/communist society, but I say that misses the point. Take a step back, I say, and consider the systems and incentives that drive ALL politicians in their policy-making. After Winston Salem Duathlon was cancelled due to snow, I switched my registration over to Charlotte Duathlon which, as a late February race, had just as much likelihood as weather crappiness as any other winter duathlon around here. Fortunately, the sun was shining, the wind wasn’t all that strong and the temperatures were above freezing by the time we started. I can’t say that I ever really looked at the group of parenting practices considered to be part of the attachment parenting philosopy and thought “I want to be an attachment parent.” Instead, I’ve done my best to follow some great advice I received from a friend (and Mom of a now pre-teen), which is to follow my instincts. My legs hurt bad, especially my calves. It’s so interesting to discover the different muscles that get sore from faster running versus just lots of running on trails, roads and snow. For me, it’s my calves, which I said already, but how about I tell you more about this faster running business and quixotic post title? Much to some people’s relief (I’m sure), this post will be contain a random collection of observations and well, stuff I might as well mention. I’ve been meaning to write this for a few days so here goes. First….Cafe Press. |
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