Fat Biscuit is the name my sister gave my son soon after he was born. That was eight years ago, when I first became a stay-at-home mom. Shortly after that, my family undertook another (in ways, more difficult) major life transition: we moved out from D.C. and into the suburbs.

We went from walking everywhere, from coffee shops to museums to bookstores, to living just off Route 1, where if you were crazy enough to try and walk to the nearest coffee shop, you would have to cross a major intersection and meander through a huge (pedestrian unfriendly) parking lot. Now, imagine doing that with a stroller, by yourself, in the middle of the day, when all your friends seemed so far away, busy at work. Boy, were those early days in the suburbs a difficult adjustment.

But then I met some friends and "playdates" and "coffee mornings" became my daily schedule. My son was happy and we were getting used to the pace out here and beginning to realize that having a yard was a good thing for a growing boy.

It was during this time that I began reading blogs and got the idea to start my own. It was a much needed outlet.

When Owen started school and I found I had some free time, I started freelancing part time as a copy editor. This is also when I discovered my new favorite hobby: running. It all started on a whim, when a friend of mine asked if I'd like to do a run/walk 8K with her. I signed up, thinking that it would be nice to train by walking along the Mount Vernon Trail while Owen was at school. I walked and walked and sometimes I ran a little.

When the race rolled around 1 month later (May 31, 2009), I fully expected to be walking most of those 8 k. Surprisingly, however, when the gun when off, I started running and then realized that I could just keep going. I finished in 53:05 and absolutely loved it. Since then, I've done a 10-miler and a half-marathon.

Now Owen's an 8-year-old boy with not a scrap of fat on him, . . .