Tomorrow is the longest run I have before the half marathon on May 20th. It’s a 13 mile dress rehearsal for the real thing, and the butterflies are stirring as we speak. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I really need to take a photo of all the crap I have to lay out the night before a run. It’s not the run I’m worried about, it’s the fear that I will leave something behind that sends my OCD into overdrive. Insulin…check…blood glucose meter…check…pen needles…check…antiseptic wipes…check…clif bloks…check…water bottle…check…garmin…check…cell phone…check…chapstick…check…keys…check…fanny pack…OMG, I still can’t believe that I run wearing a fanny pack.

Liv is crawling…full blown, hands and knees across the floor, crawling. It’s simultaneously the most adorable and frightening thing ever. Kade has a habit of leaving a trail of toys through every room of the house, and he’s having a hard time with the concept of keeping them contained to his bedroom. I guess she’s just going to have to be relegated to the playpen when I leave the room. If only they came with lids…