Sunday, September 4, 2011

Wiped Out II

But I will post a little before I start forgetting some of the delinquent humor I am subjected to on a daily basis. I am tired because I woke up at 5:15am, fed V, changed, pumped, A woke up and I fed her, and then I met my mother for a 12 mile loop, our longest yet. We averaged 15 minute 15 second miles, which is not bad even though it will take us an eternity at that pace to cover 26.2. My goal now is to add 1-2 miles per weekend until race day. I came home and all was quiet on the western front because everyone behaves better when I am not here. AleVit was hungry so I showered, double nursed (very heavy and awkward) and we walked to 100 and cpw to the playground. It was HOT so we only stayed a while with tías S & D and then walked some more to Brother Jimmy's for lunch. Kids eat free, you cannot beat that. We walked up Broadway to the 96 st station and did I mention that it was HOT? We melted on the platform and got into a car with no ac. After carrying the stroller, bogged down with shopping up the subway stairs, we were beat, but we still had more to do. We showered and packed a picnic, switched strollers all within twenty minutes and went back up those Harlem Hills to the Great Lawn to meet friends and family for picnic. So, Central Park was my home today, used it to exercise, play, and socialize.
Some midget speech
V: Mamma (swear to Sting he said it, whether he was calling me or not is another issue but it was crisp!)
J: Shut up. I cannot hear the music and I am trying to drum a beat (nice manners no?)
M: I want your advice. I will tell you things I want to pierce and you tell me if it is a good idea or a bad one (ear, nose, navel to which I said sure, teenager, I do not recommend).
J (while rocking out in the car yesterday): Write down these songs (by Lynyrd Skynyrd, Stones, Billy Idol) so I can play them in my bands when I grow up.
I caught him singing the Idol song with the half upper lip up action.
When he told me he wanted to go to a Lynyrd concert he was surprised that they are not a band anymore: They are not friends anymore?
When I asked to turn the music off in the car: I wish you had stayed home, I need to rock out and you will not let me (he is a sweetheart).
More on the lovely comments tomorrow. Off to la camita. I am done for the day!

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