We were asked to attend another class this past Saturday, one with three year olds in it. FIVE three year olds. So, we gathered our leg warmers (despite it being approximately 80 degrees at 9:30 a.m. on Saturday--what can I say? I am raising a fellow Slave To Fashion.) and we arrived ...
...to a class with one other two and a half year old who was there for the first time. ONE! Class didn't go well. The other little girl (who was such a trooper, I must mention) could not hold Leah's attention, and two minutes after class began, Leah was at the door banging to get out.
We are told there's one more "actively-attended" class that we are going to try next week. If that doesn't work out, ART CLASS it is.
Running
Blech. I don't want to talk about it. I've been sick and busy, so my running has suffered. And so has my butt.
Health
We are a sick household. I've got a cold that will not die and now Greg and Leah are under the weather, too. I may not be coming across as my normal, cheery self in this post, and this is why . Today I had to be cleared by Pathmark security due to amount of NyQuil-related products I was purchasing.
Greg's Birthday
Greg turned 35 on the 24th and we had dinner out together. Alone. By ourselves. Sans kid. Which was really friggen nice. Thanks, Gab!
Fall
...is upon us! As soon as stops being so darn hot! I love the Fall: my birthday, apple and pumpkin picking, sweaters, Halloween! I'm also excited for it to stop sweating under my boobies.
I'm sorry...was that too much information?
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