|This is my new fuel belt, she doesn't have a name yet, any suggestions?|
This Sunday not only am I running a half marathon with my besty, it's my little boy's 12th birthday! Wow, where did time go? I just don't know. My kid is one of those little people that acts like he's an adult. Since he was about 3 years old, we could have a conversation with him like he was just one of us. But seriously, he's great, he makes me laugh and smile every day of my life. We've been through a lot with dad's multiple deployments and Army stuff, he's always been my constant, and I've always been his. He'll always be my little boy, no matter what. So one might ask what a 12 yr. old wants for his birthday...well my kid got Call of Duty Black Ops, and a robe. Not any robe. A black leopard fuzzy robe. Seriously. Yep, that's my kid. And what is the besty getting him for his birthday? Fuzzy black slippers to match. He's gonna be in heaven!!
|Seriously, as if I'd forget that kids birthday...|
|I love the Dogg House momma!! Lola is gonna miss out!|
So do any of you run with a fuel belt? Did you feel silly at first?