Note To Self.

If the little person you're batheing has major gas in the tub - wash body and hair as fast as possible and get a diaper on that kid.

To my reader's relief there is no picture to commemorate this moment.

Cherry Blossom 10 Miler

Last weekend Erin, Summer, Naomi and I ran the Cherry Blossom 10 Miler in DC. Can I just say I had no idea how pretty DC is. I don't know if I didn't appreciate it the many times I've been there before or the city has had a little face scrub or the cherry blossoms, sunshine and warm weather just made it glow. Anyhow, it was really pretty.

I met Summer and Erin in Richmond where I left my car and hopped in with them. I am so glad Summer drove...and even more glad that we arrived there and home safely. Summer lived in DC for a couple of years so she knew her way around pretty well. And drives like you would imagine someone from DC or NYC driving - like a bat out of hell. She mentioned that she has become a calmer driver since becoming a mom. Hmmm....glad I wasn't a passenger pre-mommyhood. The great thing about her driving was traffic was horrendous and we were doubting whether we would make it in time to pick up our race packets. Because of her awesome skills, we made it with 10 minutes to spare. And the line that was wrapped around the block when Naomi was there earlier in the day was non-existent. Sweet.

We went to this place called Olives for a drink and appetizer and to check out the dinner menu Saturday night. As the oh-so-lovely waitress complained about all the tourists in town (after we told her where we were from) and then daintily tour off her fingernail and through said nail on the floor behind the bar, we opted out of dinner. The manic bartender and the other waitress popping cheese and olives in her mouth not 2 feet from us only confirmed that decision.

So we walked to the Italian place the concierge had recommended. I suppose every other conciege in the city recommended it too because it was packed. We passed this place called Rumors which Erin and I remember going to back in the day but cannot for the life of us remember with who or why (anyone?). We did finally find some good eats and then headed to bed for our early wake up call.

We were close enough to the start to walk to the race. We met up with Naomi and were off! It was perfect running conditions. The Cherry Blossom trees were so pretty - I was kicking myself the whole time for not bringing my camera. The race was great - we ran it in about 1:45 which I was pleased with considering my longest run during "training" was 5.3 miles.

We were in a rush to get back on the road so there was no time for walking around and taking pics after the race. The only photos I got were hanging out of the car as Summer sped toward home.

(Cherry Blossoms - waaayyyy over there.)

(For my dad.)


(Post, post race. That's it. Momma is getting a haircut.)

And the Freak Mom Award Goes To...

Last month while I was brushing B's teeth I noticed a dark spot on the back of her bottom front tooth. I scrubbed and scrubbed for a couple of days without being able to remove the spot so I called my dentist who I l-o-v-e. I've been going to him for over 10 years, his wife is the best and I worked his dauther's 7th birthday party back in the day when I had 5 jobs in one year - one of which was at a paint your own pottery store. She is now in college which says just one thing - I AM OLD.

So I was freaked out that precious B had a cavity at the tender age of one. The thought was horrifying because, as I think I've mentioned here before, I'm a huge fan of good oral hygene and pride myself for having zero cavities. I talked to Kelly (Dr. Greenlee's wife) and she said to bring her on in and he'll take a look. Kelly and all the ladies there are crazy about babies so B received a huge welcome. She was cool with everything until Dr. Greenlee started poking around in her mouth.

Dr. G saw said spot and pulled out the plaque scraper thing. I had to hold B's arms down which added to her fury. Less than a second later the spot in question is gone. What??? Yeah, gone. Just took a little more umph than I was giving it apparently.

Crazy mom? Perhaps. But Dr. G did give me props for even noticing the spot and being so diligent about brushing her little pearls.

And she officially became the youngest member of the No Cavaties Club. An honor worth noting I'd say.

It Gets Better.

I was telling my friend Jessica about the Lion / Tiger confusion and my comment that I totally understand how Jessica Simpson was confused about the Tuna / Chicken of the Sea thing. Well, ends up that just the weekend before, her husband was making tuna salad and Jessica asked him what kind. He replied "Chicken of the Sea". And she said, "Oh no, honey. That is canned chicken." He assured her it was indeed tuna and she played it off and then secretly snuck into the pantry to read the label. Ends up Jason and Nick were right.

At least I'm not alone...