Everyone in my house is sick. I'll spare you all the details, but Boogie Wipes are in high demand. I haven't run in two days. I know that two days may not be that big of a deal. But it's killing me. I will run today. Even if it's only three miles and even if it's really slow. (I will note that I probably need a recovery week. I've been going hard since January 1 and it wouldn't be the worst thing if I took it a little bit easier this week. But it's SO HARD to do.)
So, like I said. Everyone is sick. Dilly knows this, but she still insisted on nearly giving me a heart attack this morning.
This is what she looked like when I sat her down for breakfast. As you can see, our table is bar height. Not your standard table.
And this is what she looked like when I returned from the pantry. And yes, she was buckled in.
Great job, Dilly. At 12 months old, you have figured out how to be completely dangerous. Fantastic! I've been waiting for this moment for so long ...
Oh, and on a different note, I got my bib number for the Disney Princess Half yesterday. It's 2287, which are the same 4 digits of my birthday, 2782 ... can you say good omen?
