Empty House

Similar to hearing the waves in a sea shell, if you listen to a house when the kids are gone, you can still hear crying.

Bridget and the kids are in Houston for Thanksgiving, I am working. Last night I slept alone with all the doors open and I swear Eli and Dora cried all night. Kind of creepy. I even got up once to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

I miss you honey

And the kids too.

announcement

So, I went to the gym yesterday and the treadmill kicked me off after an hour. I restarted it and ran another mile. I ran 8 miles yesterday and felt like I could have kept going. Bridget ran 6 miles the day before so I obviously had to out do that. But it got me thinking...

How hard can a marathon be? 8 miles is just under 1/3 of the total distance and it didn't really bother me too much. I haven't even trained, but I am in shape.

So I did a google search and found a marathon on a Saturday in a place that I actually think would be fun.

So in December of 2010 I am going to run in the Baton Rouge Louisiana Marathon. 26.2 miles. I have a year to train (WAY more than enough time).

Anyone want to join? You get a T-Shirt!

today's damage

So here is the tally for the day. I have gone through:

one excedrin

two aleve

four tylenol

one pizza

Finding Nemo

Horton Hears a Who (one and a half times)

two bottles of chocolate milk (one spilled)

one package of gerber bananas

6 baby bottles

6 diapers

the car museum

K-Mart

one package of balloons (best purchase ever)

Here is what I learned:

If you put your baby in a size 5 diaper, you can go longer in between changes without risking over filling.

Two-year-olds never tire of chasing balloons over the house.

After about three consecutive balloons I become Light headed.

Filling up balloons makes headaches worse.

Nap time makes dada's headache better.

Mom's do not get paid enough.

Miss you honey, only 24 more hours!

6:54AM

Bridget is in NYC for a conference. I am watching the kids on my days off.

It is 6:54am.

Already I have cleaned up an entire bottle of Eli's chocolate milk. Apparently I wasn't doing it right so he took the cap off and dumped all 12 ounces on the table/chair/floor.

While he was doing that the baby fell and hit her head on the coffee table.

While I was calming her down and cleaning him up, Dora spit up.

As I was cleaning that up, Eli got into the freezer and pulled out baking soda and dumped it all over the floor.

While I was cleaning that up, Dora fell...

I think I am done cleaning till the Kids go down for a nap...

Eli is currently running around the house with his hands out like an airplane with a Turkey decoration in one hand and the ballpopper in the other.

Dora is crying now.

I miss my wife.