Reading with friends at the library.
We met a friend at an indoor play place one day and the mom was wearing their infant and when Brooklyn got home she wanted to put her baby doll under her shirt and wear her. Grandma Sandee later made her a baby carrier.
For Mom's Night Out this month we went indoor rock climbing.
Brooklyn has learned a lot of new skills at the park. She's really good at climbing these twisty pole things, even though it still scares me.
We went to another indoor play place and as it was getting time to leave I gave Brooklyn the choice to choose one more thing to do. Once she was done I told her she could walk to the car or I could carry her. She ran away which meant I made the choice for her to carry her out. She was over tired at this point and when I picked her up she started crying but holding her breath. I looked at her and saw her lips were blue and then felt wet all over where I was holding her. My immediate reaction was to set her down but then she started to stagger and pass out! It was so scary!! Thomas was across the room and just smiling at me and I'm yelling "GET OVER HERE!!!" He slowly walks over and I'm like "she passed out and peed her pants!" At this point everyone in the place is staring at the screaming mother and child. My friend Pammy was totally level headed and got a worker to come over and clean up the pee on the floor and I got Thomas to get her extra clothes from the car. In Thomas' defense he thought she was just having one of her toddler tantrums and it was no big deal.
On Wednesday's Thomas and I have been doing our long run training for the week and my MIL in watch Brooklyn. This particular day we got home around nap time. We walked past Brooklyn's window and saw her peeking out.
We've been training pretty much exculsively on trails or really hilly terrain to train for Robie.
Making silly faces with mom.
We've been swimming once a week at the YMCA to train for a spring sprint triathlon. One of us swims while the other plays with Brooky.
Cool new sunglasses.
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