I feel old

Your only as old as you feel and I feel old. Last week Lily and I expanded our daily schedule to include walking about a 1/2 mile to the gym and back. This is in addition to the walking to the playground and walking the dog. Therefore Lily has been walking a lot more than usual. When I say walking I really mean running. Jeff and Mandy have been very busy in the evenings and we find ourselves on our own a lot. I also have a ton of school work and find myself on the computer a lot. So Lily is not really getting as much attention from any of us as she is used to getting. Spending time together outside is helping us get through this difficult time. Lily and I have a great time talking, counting, singing, laughing and afterwards Lily eats better, sleeps better and plays quietly on her own better. All good things, excpet...

It seems that all this running, Lily doesn't particularly like to walk, she likes to run full tilt. All this running is causing Lily's endurance level to increase exponentially while mine is only increasing incrementally. Sunday for example we took the dog for a walk and Lily ran full speed for an entire mile. Lily's full speed with her tiny little legs is only a slow jog for me, but a slow jog for a mile is pushing up to the limits of my abilities. I fear that she will surpass me in the very near future. Therefore a little part of me thinks I should strap her into the stroller instead of letter her run. Wouldn't that be mean? It just doesn't seem fair that she is so strong so young. I think she gets it from her dad.

We did take her to the doctor. She is growing well. So her food allergies are not compromising her ability to grow, she is 75 percentile for height and weight. Which is delightful because she was under the 50th percentile before we found out her allergies and now she is more toward where I think she should be. While we didn't receive any additional council or magic cure for her ailments I was glad to have a professional tell me she is healthy. I worry, even if it is obvious from looking at her that she is fine, I still worry. I guess the wish for a doctor to be able to wave a magic wand and make her better is silly, but I couldn't help but feel a little let down that she isn't fixed. Because of all her vigor and good health I sometimes think that maybe she isn't allergic to anything, maybe she is better, maybe we were wrong. I guess it is wishful thinking or my brain playing tricks on me.