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First grade seems to be going well for Mallory so far; her only complaint has been that she was the only girl in her class who did not have a Hannah Montana water bottle and all the other girls made fun of her, so could she please have a Hannah Montana water bottle? I told her no, that the water bottle she had was perfectly fine and phooey on the other girls and she saw the light and agreed that from now on she will stand firm against both peer pressure and consumerism and...oh, you know that I bought her the water bottle, right? Which leaks, of course.

I've been getting up at 6:00 every morning to walk/run. (I'm doing the Couch to 5K running program, in which you do gradually increasing intervals of walking and running; the idea is that by the end of 9 weeks, you'll be able to run a 5K. I think it'll take me much longer than 9 weeks to be able to run that far but we'll see.) It's completely unlike me but I have to say, I'm enjoying it. It's nice to be able to exercise without first convincing my children that they can't come with me, or leaving them at home crying for me. It's nice to have 30 minutes of "me" time before the day gets started. It's nice to accomplish something before the sun has even come up completely. I don't know exactly what I'm going to do as the days get shorter and it's still pitch black at 6 a.m. Get one of those dorky reflective vests, I guess.

Happy anniversary to Aimee and Seth!

There was something else I was going to tell you. Something, something, something...I forgot. If it comes to me I'll do an update. I'm sure you're all waiting with baited breath.

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aimee said…
Thank you!

I am glad you are liking your "me" time. I am kickboxing now, twice a week and I am enjoying it too. Although I am still so sore.

Did you ever remember?

Oh, and I would have totally bought the water bottle too.

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