Sunday, June 24, 2007
They way things go nowadays, the squeaky wheel gets the attention. That is, whatever kid is crying the most, gets the most attention. Of course, some of my kids are definitely squeakier than others, say Noah, Caleb, Jericho and Justus. Others seem content to do their own thing and hardly squeak at all, mostly Hunter and Denver. That said, Hunter has been squeaking a little more than usual this past week and it became obvious that he was needing some Mommy-time.
Now that school is out I've decided to replace the time I'd normally spend packing lunches and backpacks with exercise. I really want to start running again and lifting weights. I mentioned to Hunter that maybe he could join me and work on running the mile for school even faster for third grade. He seemed pretty excited about the idea. So the first two days I just didn't feel like running and decided to lift weights instead. Hunter got up early with me and half-heartedly lifted a weight or two but I could tell he wanted to be elsewhere. By Saturday, Hunter was really itching to go walking and around 7:00am he showed up outside my bedroom door, all dressed and ready to go. I tried pretending to sleep but he continued to stand outside my door, sighing heavily, over and over again. Then I tried explaining that Saturday was my only day to sleep in and that I was really tired, but he'd having nothing of it. So I dragged my lazy rearend out of bed and we went walking.
Now, Hunter has always been my whiner when it comes to any kind of exercise and I was a little worried that we'd get a mile away from home and he'd start complaining and make the entire trip miserable. But he didn't. He got a cramp not too long into our walk but he just kept stretching it out and moving along. The morning was gorgeous and the exercise felt so good and it was really nice to be out with Hunter, alone, chatting about this and that without a baby to interupt us. Three miles later we returned home exercised and renewed and I just wanted to hug him for his persistance and patience with me. What a great kid. We decided to keep exercising together and prepare ourselves for the Walk to Cure Diabetes this fall with the Yale Team. We've only done it once before but I think now is the perfect time to do it again. We're going to hold a lemonade stand and collect donations and do our best to help the JDRF find a cure for Hunter's diabetes. And we're going to improve his mile-run time and get him the best A1C ever this year. We set some really great goals and I think we can obtain them, together. And maybe he'll get me running again. How awesome would that be?
A few days ago I was playing Zelda with Noah trying to help him pass a few new levels. It's a game I played when I was little so it brings back memories and I find it a little addicting. That, and I can play it while I hold a baby so I'm sort of killing three birds with one stone--time with Noah, happy baby, down time for me. Anyway, I was playing with Noah and not Hunter and Hunter pointed out that I never play with him and that it wasn't fair that I was playing Zelda again with Noah. So I promised him yesterday that I'd give him an hour of my undivided attention and that we'd play Lego. So today that's exactly what we did. And I was so, so tired and I really wanted to take a nap, but I did my best to build a fighter ship with Hunter (who built five really cool ships to my one) and we battled and battled and battled until my plane went in for a suicide mission and not only destroyed Hunter's ship completely but also smashed his finger at which point we called it quits and went to the park. But the point is, I got to spend time with him and it was really nice. I don't get to do that much anymore and I didn't know it, but I miss it. He's a really great kid and he's mine and I'm really glad about that. Let's do it again soon before you grow up too much and hanging out with Mom isn't cool anymore. Hopefully that day will never come. My heart would break for sure.
posted by Shana # 11:14 PM 
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