Conversation overheard in our house

I was reading the latest Newsweek about the protests in Iran and Rory sat down next to me and started asking questions about the pictures.

Rory - Him has hair on his face
Me - Who?
Rory - (pointing) him. And him.
Me - Yes, that's a mustache.
Rory - Who is it?
Me - That is Ayatolllah Khamenei
Rory - Ku-Lainie?
Me - No, Kha - Menei
Rory - Lainie?
Me - No, the Supreme Leader of Iran
Rory - He has ears
Me - Yes, but I mean he is the religious leader of Iran
(At this point Rory just looks at me like I'm crazy)
Rory - I'm a princess
Me - Yes you are


I guess some things you just can't explain to a three year old

Eric on the blogger!

Now I, Eric, am an authorized poster on our blog! In an effort to shame Twighla into writing more, I will post a short blog entry about Rory and my trip to the pool at the Family Y.

Rory had a blast, she is a total water baby. We got there just before they opened and waited at the gate until we could get in. Rory immediately wanted to go on the water slide, but since she can't swim, she couldn't go. She was even more upset when one man took his kid down the slide with him, only to get yelled at by the lifeguard. Next time we go, I'm just going to get yelled at.

Rory liked the big pool quite a bit. She would jump into the water after telling me to get back as far as I could. She has little fear of the water and I'm a little worried about that since she can't swim. In the little kid pool, she would tell me to go underwater, then stick her head under the water and wave at me.

After about an hour and half of hard playing, we went in the building to go potty, when we came back out it was during the mandatory rest period. This upset Rory because she wanted to go back into the water. Finally after ten minutes, we were allowed back in the water. We played for about twenty minutes longer then decided to go home and get some lunch.

Not a bad pre-Father's day celebration.

Wanting to Run

Here's the deal. I don't exactly hate running. I just don't get the point. My legs start to hurt, I breath hard and I think "why am I doing this?" What is the point?
If someone was chasing me, then I could understand it. If I was afraid I was going to get eaten by a bear, I would run. But just so I can complete x number of laps around the track? Pointless.
That said, I belong to an institution that thinks I should run. They want me to run 3 times a week. They want me to love running. And so I try. I run and I try to act like I enjoy it. Mostly I try not to embarrass myself or those who are working hard to help me improve.
Today when I ran my physical readiness test, I finished my run a whole minute and 20 seconds faster than 6 months ago. It still isn't the time I'd like to get, but it was a great improvement.
Any maybe someday, I'll stop going through the motions and I'll really love to run.

Blogging on a more regular basis

Starting today, I'm going to blog more often. Even if it's just a few short lines, I figure it's worth it to write down a few of the things that made my day.

Today was a pretty lazy Sunday. We were trying to recuperate from the birthday party yesterday. Eric, Rory & I slept in and when we woke up Baba was up. Rory and I made pancakes and sausage for breakfast. Ever since she got Ratatouille, she has been obsessed with cooking. She even wears her little apron.
We played around a lot. Rory and Baba built a super elaborate train set up in her room and we watched the train go around for a long time. Baba took Rory for a ride on her trike. But then we had to say good bye. Rory loves having him come visit. It's nice that he's able to do it as often as he does.
Eric and Rory crashed this afternoon so I decided to take a nap with Rory. It isn't often that she'll snuggle with me and just lie still. I have to take whatever chances I get. Some days I still can't believe it's been three years. Not long ago she was just a tiny helpless baby. Today, she drew the letter H in chalk on the driveway.
As much as I would love to pause time and delay the inevitable, I know it wouldn't work and that really, the best thing I can do is take the time to enjoy it right now while it's here. So, if it means sneaking strawberries in the car on the way home from the grocery store or reading just one more story, I'm going to do whatever I can to enjoy every last moment.

Princess University

Eric and I have been talking a lot lately about what Rory will be like when she grows up. What she's going to do, what school she'll go to. We asked her if she wanted to go to an Ivy League school and she really didn't seem to care, but she really perked up when Eric suggested she go to Princeton. She said , "yes, yes I go to Princess!"