The Problem with Flowers

I took the Beans for a run yesterday all by myself since the Husband was working late. Normally, he pushes the jogging stroller, or I go run by myself while he babysits. This time, I had to do the honors of pushing the Little Bean along and it made a HUGE difference in the run. I was seriously winded before I had even made it half way!

The REAL problem came with the Little Bean insisting that we stop every 10th of a mile to pick flowers that were blooming on the side of the trail. Do you know how hard it is to get into a pace when you have to stop every other second to pick flowers. The other choice was to listen to the Little Bean scream and cry while leaning and reaching out of the stroller at precarious angles in an effort to point at/pick the flowers. When not picking flowers, she was pointing out birds with a hand that grasped her little bouquet, playing peek-a-boo, and freaking out when the Big Bean or the Puppy Bean got out of sight. Whenever the dogs got too far behind us or went into the woods, the baby would yell their names and look at me in desperation until they returned to run beside the stroller. (the trail we run is perfect because we rarely see other people, and the dogs can go off leash into the woods.)

What happened to that little girl who was lulled to sleep by the bumpiness of the trail? The little girl who slept during the whole run and only woke up when the stroller stopped moving. Where did she go?!