Jojo!

Erin loves Jojo. Watching videos of Jojo is one of her three favorite things in the world. Here they are:

1. Drinking milk: with two hands outstretched making the ASL sign for milk: "Malk? Malk?"
2. Being outside: at the front door, pointing to the handle emphatically: "Owtiiide? Owtiiide?"
3. Seeing movies of Jojo: in front of the computer, patting the chair for me to sit down and show her videos of Jojo: "Sit? Jojo? Mo Jojo? Peeees?"

She also loves to imitate Jojo. Erin hits all of her developmental milestones thanks to Jojo.

It's Wayyyyy To Early, Kiddo

E wakes up early.

Sometimes very early.

Sometimes at 4:45.  In the morning.  To most, this is still considered night time.  We try to tell her this.  She has selective hearing. 

In true McMiller fashion we try to make the best of it.  Sometimes we make a big breakfast.  Breakfast is awesome.

So good

Bannesso:

Pour into blender:

3/4 c ice

1/4 c half-and-half

1 banana

1-2 shots espresso

dash honey (optional)

dash nutmeg

Blend.

Top with whipped cream.

Enjoy.

Ahhhhh..... 

Erin's new obsession

Apologies for the glut of videos lately. Someone just figured out iMovie and is excited about it.

Laps

Erin figured out the upstairs has a circular lay-out.  She ran like this for at least 10 minutes.  Training for her next 1K, we imagine.

Sham Rockin' 2009

This morning Erin, Ash, and I met Christie and Henry for the Shamrock Run, which is an enormous event with something like a bajillion participants.

The little tykes ran-slash-were-carried for the 1K Leprechaun Lap, which they surprisingly enjoyed, given the wind and the rain and the loudspeaker and their adoring fans cheering from the course sidelines.



I kissed my ladies goodbye as they went for warmth and pancake-y sustenance, then I started the 45-minute wait for my 15k to begin. The rain was coming down so hard and so cold I had to queue up ol' reliable on the mental iPod just to keep myself psyched waiting for the race to start. Not a good sign to have to pull out my trump card even before I started running.

Even though Erin pulled her usual I'm-Erin-And-Psychic-And-I-Know-You-Have-A-Race-Tomorrow shtick of two hours crying in the middle of the night, I felt strong and finished 1:10:33. Seriously, this kid has powers -- the last time she was up at night and inconsolable was before the Hagg Lake run last month. I'm like, "Um, Erin, can we negotiate some other schedule? I'll trade you Sunday night for Saturday -- deal?"

The weather was pretty crazy. For about thirty minutes the rain was coming down sideways. I had to take off my hat so it didn't blow off my head -- I saw quite a few people running the wrong way on the course chasing after a hat (and one poor guy who somehow managed to lose his bib). The volunteers keeping cars off the course looked completely soaked. Sort of a heroic job to do on this particular day.

Mealtime