Dawn Is Me

I learned something today.

I learned that Ricky, that 11-year-old male child, likes cleaning the bathrooms.

He told me, very seriously, that people are happier when they live in a clean environment.

I can die happy now.

Just to show that he is not entirely abnormal, he also told me that he really likes snowstorms.

“Oh,” said I, “you like snow, huh?”

“No,” he replied, grinning. “I like snow days.”

Yep. Mostly normal.

Hey, Ricky! Hey, Ricky! (Yes, I know it’s supposed to be ‘Mickey’ but, as a parent, I am allowed to occasionally take liberties with song lyrics.)

So, yeah, that’s enough of that dreary stuff.

Before I do anything else, I feel I must make my baby welcome to the blogosphere. Yes, that’s right, Ricky now has a blog. It’s another Christmas present but I didn’t get it finished until today because I’m just occasionally lame like that.

I probably should have gotten him to think of a different name. Sometime around the time he’s fifteen or sixteen, when it becomes terribly important to him to be terminally cool, he’s not going to want that domain name anymore.

Too bad, baby!

Meanwhile, I think I need to get myself out of the habit of going to bed at 8 a.m. That’s going to get inconvenient when school starts again. It’s going to make work tough, too.

So, today, I’m going to bed an hour early, at around 7 a.m. If I’m lucky, by the time I get up later today, Ricky will have started blogging.

Spouse and I spent most of the day in Ithaca, NY, where the Ithaca Bombers Men’s and Women’s Track Team won the 2008 Empire 8 championship meet.

Gina is happy.

I have my work cut out for me because I’m going to be helping her train over the summer, after she gets done with her summer courses. And, I realize, this presents a very good opportunity for me.

You know, when I first started exercising, I didn’t do it to lose weight. I didn’t even do it to tone the bod. I first started working out because I’d slipped a disc carrying baby David around and the chiropractor gave me some good advice about posture and proper support for the lower back through reasonably tight abdominal muscles and a bunch of stuff like that.

The advice appealed to me a lot more than an orthopedic surgeon telling me not to move for the next six months.

When I started working out, I discovered a lot of things about it that I liked. One of them was the fact that the exercise made it easier for me to keep up with my babies. All those times that I had to sprint across the quad at Brooklyn College, chasing baby Gina and hauling her back before baby David got a chance to make a break for freedom wouldn’t have been possible without those workouts.

So now, I find, I need to step up the pace of my workouts. This summer, I’m going to have to keep up with no-longer-baby Gina. She’s a lot faster now, so I’m going to have to train a lot harder.

It’ll be good for me.

(Just call me Haruna … )