BabyGaby woke up at 4. Strange, cuz he hasn't been up in the night for months. Bellyache? Earache? Got him back down with clean pants, but he was awake again at 5:30. On an unusually warm morning in late september, (nearly 70 degrees), we ran the deserted Sunday Centerville Streets, double yellow lining. He never fell asleep, but never cried unless I walked. How insightful, this nearly 1 year old baby, to know that walking while running is not a cause for celebration, but rather, sorrow.
Ash was up when we got home. She made me german pancakes for breakfast. I miss when she was my running buddy.
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