Day 2 of the streak - not sure I can keep the "Old School" quotes going, but I'll try! I'm on pick-up from daycare on Monday's...picked Noah up at Wendy's Daycare about 5:20 (we absolutely love Wendy and the team) . As is usual, when I walked in, Noah was surrounded by the women at his home away from home, basking in their attention. Wendy and Donna (caregivers), Madeline and Viviana (his girlfriends), all sitting in a circle around Noah (smiling ear-to-ear). He has a great time there - in fact, he probably gets a little bored when it's just Mommy and Daddy at home on the weekends.
This evening I took Baxter the Dog and Noah for my run as Susan was working a little late, it was beautiful outside and Noah was in a great mood. He usually starts to turn into a pumpkin around 6 - he goes to sleep by 7 - but tonight was different...Noah was raring to go. It was also my inaugural run with "The Bob"...that thing is fantastic - once it got going, I just ran behind it and it took care of the rest. Not surprisingly, my feelings about running in general did not change overnight - though I'll admit it did seem a tiny bit easier tonight than last. Noah still doesn't quite know what to do with himself when in a forward-facing stroller, but we'll take his ambivalence as a quiet sign of approval.
He had a good evening with his right arm too...he was moving it up and down while eating dinner tonight (sweet potatoes and oatmeal if you must know). He continues to be a trooper with stretching and strength building exercise...up at 5:30 this morning and then more before dinner...they work with him at the daycare too - encouraging him to use his right arm whenever possible. As a father, I want so badly for him to be able to do all of the things that he wants to do...that I was able to do...nothing should hold him back. I know it is going to be a long, slow process. Noah's run will not be a sprint...it will be a marathon or, perhaps an IronMan (which his Mom knows all about). But, when given the choice, I prefer to be an optimist and I like to think that - in a small, tiny way like my running - each and everyday it can get a little easier for him. If we just help him get a little better each and everyday, I like to think that he'll be able to do whatever he wants to do in this world...walk, run, play baseball, dance at his wedding...at his childrens' weddings. He can even bring his green hat...
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