Seeking a Suitable Tree

Riley and I read a book today that included this image:

Here's the conversation that ensued:

Me: Riley, who are they?
R: Mommy. Girl.
M: What are they doing?
R: Walk.
M: Where are they going?
R: Potty.

(Hmm. Except where's the mom's panicked expression?)

Laziness: Not an Option

I haven't run much lately, but this morning, I took Riley for a spin in the jogging stroller. After 4 1/2 miles, I was wiped out, so I decided to walk the last mile home.

Except Riley had other plans. Every time I stopped to walk, she yelled out, "No Mommy! Run!"

*sigh*

She's right though. Can't slow down. I've gotta be able to keep up with her.

Toothy Grins

Which one's toothier?

The Entourage

Riley Runs

When Riley turned two, her friend Anna gave her these super-cute shoes:

But when Riley turned two, she also became awfully particular about her clothing. (See proof below.) And despite my encouragement (ok, cajoling), she wouldn't wear them.

Until yesterday. That's when I caught her admiring the runners (and their shoes) in my Runner's World magazine. And I reminded her of her *own* cool running shoes...

She's been running in them–nonstop (sorry downstairs neighbors)–ever since. Many belated thanks, Anna!

Rest of outfit: duck sticker with missing head (on forehead), Halloween necklace, flapper-style purse, and Elmo underpants. Yes, she dressed herself, and no, I don't let her out like that. Very often.