1. It's already Tuesday! I know, I know, I don't technically have a
2. Visits from my mom. Friday night was Mike's big company holiday party, so my mom came up to watch Anna and do all those little mom things that only she can while we got gussied up and pretended we weren't parents for a couple of hours. Like, she always cleans my dish drying rack when she's here, and wipes out my microwave, and usually something else that I look at and go, "Um, I'm supposed to be cleaning THAT? Great." And she does it all while taking care of Anna, which is even further proof that I have a long, long way to go before I will be joining the ranks of all the other grown ups.
3. Visits to my parents' house. On Sunday afternoon Mike, Anna, and I headed to Farmington Hills for lots of exciting things - mostly a big fishing show that Mike was super pumped about attending and somehow convinced my dad to join him. Without fail, pretty much the first thing I do when I get to my parents' house is head for the kitchen, where I open the pantry and fridge scanning for goodies. Because their goodies are always better than the ones I keep at home, and for some reason when I'm there I feel it's necessary to stuff my face with things like frosted animal crackers and oreos and potato chips. Being there is like being on vacation, and vacation calories don't count, right? Plus the fact that there are two grandparents around who are more than willing to play with Anna while I get to do exciting things like shower in peace, read the newspaper, and drink a cup of coffee before it turns cold.
4. Feeling accomplished. Saturday was my first group training run, and I will admit I was a little scared. I had no idea what to expect. Were they going to make me run really far? Was I going to make any running friends? Was I going to keel over on the side of the path while all the real runners zoomed by me, laughing and pointing? I am proud to report that I did not, in fact, keel over. I actually ran four miles, which is by far the longest I've ever run at one time. And even though it was really cold and I did not make a new running best friend (it turns out it's kind of hard to chat while huffing and puffing and trying not to puke) - I did it. Week one of half marathon training is over, and I survived.
Lots of other little things, too, like a baby girl who now loves to give kisses (and I think, is learning to use her new smooching abilities to get out of things like bedtime and eating vegetables), emails from good friends, and my coffee creamer being on sale at Meijer, even if I will still be drinking it cold. I guess it's a good thing that microwave of mine is clean...