In attempt to find something blog-worthy to write about, but still utterly failing, I present to you, the last four pictures I took on my phone. Grasping at straws people.
Oh hello big boy in the shopping cart. PS the cart cover isn’t for germs. I just think it’s more comfortable for him. He seems to like grocery shopping for about 15 minutes. Then it’s all downhill. The only thing that makes him happy is trying to eat my grocery list.
I wish this was guacamole, but alas, it’s sweet potato, spinach and peas for le bebe. Though maybe he’d like guac? I do a mixture of homemade food and organic jarred food or pouches. Much to my chagrin, but maybe a given considering my cooking, he likes the pre-made food better. He actually liked this fake-me-out guac though.
It gotten cooler and immediately I wanted soup. So cliche, right? At least it wasn’t a pumpkin spiced latte. Oh, wait, I’ve gotten those too. Well, sort of. I actually get a soy misto with one pumpkin of pumpkin because I think I’m being healthier. Anyway, this soup was good.
Remember that homemade baby food? This is where it went.
What’s the last picture on your phone?
A race recap. Can you believe it? Neither can I! Jason, Alexander and I ran the Candler Park Fall Fall Fest 5K with our friends Heather, JP and Allston.
I haven’t really been running much. I mean, every couple days I’ll run like 2 miles or so but I take walk breaks and haven’t really pushed myself at all. That said, for some reason, I thought I could run a hilly 5K easily. Spoiler: it didn’t go that well.
Jason decided to let me run ahead and he’d take the running stroller. I did fine for the first mile or so and then came the hills. I swear, the last two miles of this race were like all uphill. So I took walk breaks. Lots of walk breaks.
This was probably one of the slowest 5Ks I’ve ever run. At least I knew it while I was running it. I mean, I walked a lot. It’s better than those races that you think you did really well but then when you see the finish line, you realize eh, not so much.
I’ll just pretend that I ran the whole thing.
Afterward, we hung out at the festival for a while.
Maybe next time I should train a little more.
My mom and her boyfriend Marty came to Atlanta this past weekend and we all went to see a Braves game. It was Alexander’s first.
If you go to guest services at Turner Field and tell them it’s your kids first game, you get a little certificate. And now you know. Anyway, we had to get Alexander some gear.
We had awesome seats right near third base. That’s about as technical as I can get.
The game itself wasn’t the most interesting. I don’t think the Braves even scored until the 8th inning or so. And the Mets won.
A little too much fun.
He might have stayed up way too late and cried the entire time we were trying to get out of the parking lot to drive home, but it was worth it.