I'm in Maryland! (7QT)

1. First of all, WELCOME to everyone who just started following thanks to Kate's big shout out over at The Rhodes Log. I told her I got an email from Bloglovin' shortly after her post went live telling me I was "Amazing!" for reaching 20 followers. I thought something was up because I'd been cruising at 18 for so long. So so long.

Proof that I've made it to the big leagues, that's all.

(Obviously I shared that ditty right onto Facebook.) Anyway, glad to have you here! Leave a comment and introduce yourself so I can send you long-winded one-sided e-mail responses!!!

2. Little Will and I are also out of town visiting my parents. (Currently typing from the SLOWEST ancient desktop computer known to mankind and I have to upload photos from the Blogger app on my phone. So much for "quick" takes! Life at the g-parents'.) I love that trips home give our boys the opportunity to explore their feminine sides via hand-me-downs.

I'd say they both are owning it.

3. The flight here was pretty smooth. No pre-boarding blowouts. Minimal spitting up. No sleeping, but no fussing either. Solid A- performance. At our gate, there was another mom with a baby girl about the same age as Will pacing the terminal in an effort to soothe her baby to sleep in her infant carrier. I zoned in on her real hard. I mean, two first-time moms with small infants navigating the check-ins and the security lines and the boarding zones. We were destined to be instant friends and our babies would naturally hit it off and become baby boyfriend and girlfriend. Before boarding, I gave her a big smile and shouted, "Hi!!" hoping that we could start up a convo and sit together to chat about sleep and poop and diapers ("these are a few of my favorite things!") and, and, and, alas, I got TOTALLY REJECTED. I got a quick glance and she kept right walk/bouncing. You guys, I even waved. It was very disheartening. When I got on board, I snapped a photo to send to the parents a la "Here we come!!!!" and realized Will's face was

intimidation. No wonder fellow mom was afraid of us.

4. So it's just me and the little guy here in Maryland. Will stayed on the home front to save his vacation days for our big yearly July 4 trip. As always, we try and capture photos to send to him so that he doesn't feel left out (or feels extra left out, either/or).

Grandma really nailed it.

Framers, all framers.

5. I haven't gotten around to posting a marathon training update (lucky you, eh? ehhh?), but things are going smooth. My long runs are up to 8 miles and ..... drumroll..... we recently bought a treadmill! Part of my Mother's Day (slash Anniversary, slash birthday, slash Christmas, slash every holiday ever for the rest of the year) gift was Will agreeing to the purchase, and thereafter spending the hours of frustration, sweat, and beer consumption assembling it Monday night after work. He's a keeper.

I no longer have any excuses to skip training runs. Except, um, for when I'm out of town.

6.  If I were a good blogger, good at putting together the words, I would write good posts like this. Jenny has a way with words and sums up a lot of my own thoughts on NFP, and even points to why I'll continue to smile and wave to the other moms at the airport even if my kid is radiating the stink-eye (in addition to radiating that other, more literal kind of stink). But in the meantime, I don't write real good on such lofty topics, at least ones not involving minutiae of Florida contract law, so I'll just keep talking about poop. Mkay.

7. Finally, I had every intention of bringing my Kindle on this trip so that I could devour Something Other than God while my mom hogged Will all to herself all day, but in my hurry to pack for the airport, I forgot it! Huge disappointment. Know that I feel really left out.

Linking up with Jen, natch.