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I am turning over a new leaf. I am officially--can't bring myself to say it, but it is my birthday. Sooo, as a celebration of my old age, in addition to my quest of losing 20 pounds, Claire and I decided to reconnect with our friends at StrollerStrides. It was hell, but a good hell if there is such a thing. I took a picture of the sweat pouring off my face, but it was even too ugly to post. Instead, I will leave you with pics of our beautiful child. We went a bit early to play on the playground since it was already bloody humid at 8:00. Claire LOVED the swing even more than before. She also enjoyed the class. She just sat and watched, taking it all in. I am sure the thought of her Momma jogging behind the stroller was enough to shock her. I know my body thought so.
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Erin&Joshua said…
oh my gosh Kara . . . I didn't know it was your birthday (I knew it was in June but I forgot which day!). HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I am very proud of you for working out, I wish I could say the same for myself. As for the age that shall remain nameless - its not all that bad, Josh survived! Have a wonderful birthday with your wonderful family. Best wishes.-Erin
Anonymous said…
To my dear old sister...HAPPY BIRTHDAY WEEKEND!! I HOPE YOU ARE CELEBRATING IN STYLE! Your husband hopefully came through for you...Anyway, I wish you were closer.. my million calls to wish you happy bday will have to do! I MISS YOU!!

Love ya,
Jessica

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