Few Things are Better Than Running with my Son

For the last 3 weeks, I have made it a point to run more often.  After the 3rd time running the first week, Hudson said "I going."  I pulled out the jogging stroller and we ran.

He asked me questions about smaller objects we would pass in cars without noticing.  In the morning, we talk about the beauty in the sky.  I've taken him to an overlook near our house and looked at the rolling hills.  He points out dogs, leaves, birds, cars, and drains.

This morning, we ran to a local park to have breakfast: apples and yogurt.  He insisted on doing push-ups with me.  I drew an awkward cat; he drew a good looking ant, including dirt.  I played "Firehouse" with him.  We sprayed out fires.  Afterwards, I asked him if we should go look for victims.  He said, "They are at the victim store."   Once we got to the play structure that was "the victim store," he proclaimed "they have so many victims."

He and I have done different events together, and we get in streaks of fun.  Well run for a couple more months until it is too cold to run outside.  Then, we'll find another streak of fun.