That Boy Sure Was A Runnin' Fool

Yesterday Cole surprised me by asking to go for a run with him. He clearly (a) Wanted some alone time with me or (b) Thought I ate too much pizza over the weekend or (c) Just wanted to go for a run. I'm thinking it was probably a little of each.

I convinved him to stop at the water tower / smoke stack so I could catch my breath.

As we were going home I took advantage of our alone-time to ask him some questions:

Me: What do you like best about me being your Mom?
Cole: I like how you hug me and kiss me and snuggle with me. And give me chocolate.
Me: Is there anything about me being your Mom that you don't like?
Cole: I don't like it when I want something and you won't give it to me. Like chocolate.

A true one-track mind. Off to buy some Hershey's and raise my cred on the 4-year old scale.

Run Coley Run

We have some traditions for the annual Dub-C 4-Mile race. First, we all hang out to cheer on the runners.


Next, we bust out the hose to spray down the racers. Occassionally we spray down the spectators as well.

This year, Cole was begging us to run in the race. We kept trying to push him off thinking he'd forget about it. Finally - he couldn't take it anymore - he said, "I NEED to run in the race now!!" and took off. We all laughed. Then I realized he was really on the move and sent Phil on the chase.

Long story short...the little man ran about 1.5 miles until the water table at the park slowed him down.

I think a new tradition is born.

Me And My Teddy Bear...Have No Worries Have No Cares

We went to a birthday party this weekend for our niece Maya. Ironically, we don't have any pictures of Maya, but trust me, she was cute.




Charlie plopped himself into the biggest bag he could find and was perfectly content in there for almost 10 minutes. I immediately ran out and bought a neverending supply of big party bags.


We went to the park after the party to shake out any excess energy. Dean was so happy to be on the swings...doesn't he look totally grown up?


On the walk home Ry and Cole kept running ahead. They would fall down at the intersection and hold each other while Ry pet Cole's head. He later explained that he liked the feel of Cole's hair (he had gotten a haircut that morning) and was pretending he was his teddy bear.

I know I've said this before...you just can't make this stuff up.

Getting From Point A To Point B

Cole entertained himself at Ryan's soccer practice by running down a hill. This brought him such joy that he did it again...and again...and again.

Most people would start at the top and go straight to the bottom. He chose to run...roll...roll sideways...roll back up...run...

He may not take the conventional approach, but he does it all with gusto. May he never run right down the hill.