Look at those muscly legs!
And the other little boy is already 5 months old. What the heck?!?!?!? I'm obsessed with him---no surprise.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
3rd time's a charm
I always sort of wondered why people post this kind of thing on their blogs. I totally get it now; this is quite an accomplishment for all parties involved. The little man is finally potty trained. It was actually, dare I say, easy. Maybe because he is old enough to completely understand everything I tell him. He got it down in less than a day. What a champ. I am proud of the little guy, and he is so excited.
Monday, January 25, 2010
i'm a "has-been"
I love, love, love to run. I am not sure why exactly. Okay, that is not true; I totally know why. I love the smell of fresh air, I love the things I see and hear, I love the endorphins that make me so happy, I love the feeling of conquering a big hill or extra long run, I love stretching when I'm done, I love a nice shower to wash all the sweat away, I love competition (with myself, and let's be honest, everyone else), and I love all of the memories I have associated with it. Oh man, I love to run.
I am a total "has-been" when it comes to running. I used to be not too shabby at it. It was sort of my identity for a lot of years. It was fun to have a natural ability at something. I loved every single part of my years as a cross-country runner and trackster. I loved waking up when it was still dark, putting on my uniform, grabbing my blanket and heading to the bus, to embark on a long road to another meet. I loved sitting around watching other races, obsessing over the time clock, and getting psyched for my next event. I loved picking that other runner on the track, knowing I would beat her, no matter what. (So I was a little cocky...or overly-competitive; the track was my turf.)
Sadly, my last cross-country race was one of my worst, and I cried the whole way back home (7 hours on the bus). Twice, our record-breaking 4X800 team came in 2nd at State, literally hundredths of a second behind the first place team. I mourned those tragedies in my life. (This is getting so sad, right?) I ran a bit in college, but it was nowhere near the same. I got sick my freshman year and had to quit. Such is life, so sad and unfair. I literally felt like my identity was stolen, like I didn't really exist anymore.
Okay, so maybe I am being a bit over-dramatic, but seriously, you get my gist. I was a little obsessed. I was teased for exclaiming, "Oh I just love this!", or "isn't this so fun?!?!", "I could go all day". etc., etc., on long runs with my friends. I loved running at night, in the rain, through the trees, up the trails, all over town.
Running sort of came to an abrupt halt after our accident. My poor little ankle (and it really is teeny), just couldn't do it. It didn't work right, bend right, and was sore all the time. It still gives me fits every now and then, but I am so ready to run again. I know I will never be awesome at it, but it just makes me so happy. So, I did something a little daring and quite a bit crazy....
I am having fun attempting to get into some sort of shape. Our hilly subdivision is kicking my butt--especially pushing a stroller with 2 kids in it. Today, I ran 4 miles on the treadmill....the TREADMILL people! Seriously, who runs on that thing? It bores me to tears. Thankfully, I had a friend running next to me and we chatted the whole time. I am hoping the icy roads melt soon so I can get back outside again. So, here I am, the gimpy has-been, hitting the pavement again, and wow, it feels SO good.
I am a total "has-been" when it comes to running. I used to be not too shabby at it. It was sort of my identity for a lot of years. It was fun to have a natural ability at something. I loved every single part of my years as a cross-country runner and trackster. I loved waking up when it was still dark, putting on my uniform, grabbing my blanket and heading to the bus, to embark on a long road to another meet. I loved sitting around watching other races, obsessing over the time clock, and getting psyched for my next event. I loved picking that other runner on the track, knowing I would beat her, no matter what. (So I was a little cocky...or overly-competitive; the track was my turf.)
Sadly, my last cross-country race was one of my worst, and I cried the whole way back home (7 hours on the bus). Twice, our record-breaking 4X800 team came in 2nd at State, literally hundredths of a second behind the first place team. I mourned those tragedies in my life. (This is getting so sad, right?) I ran a bit in college, but it was nowhere near the same. I got sick my freshman year and had to quit. Such is life, so sad and unfair. I literally felt like my identity was stolen, like I didn't really exist anymore.
Okay, so maybe I am being a bit over-dramatic, but seriously, you get my gist. I was a little obsessed. I was teased for exclaiming, "Oh I just love this!", or "isn't this so fun?!?!", "I could go all day". etc., etc., on long runs with my friends. I loved running at night, in the rain, through the trees, up the trails, all over town.
Running sort of came to an abrupt halt after our accident. My poor little ankle (and it really is teeny), just couldn't do it. It didn't work right, bend right, and was sore all the time. It still gives me fits every now and then, but I am so ready to run again. I know I will never be awesome at it, but it just makes me so happy. So, I did something a little daring and quite a bit crazy....
Yep, I am not sure what I was thinking, but I am actually really excited about it. I have a few friends doing it too, and I told them just to wait for me at the end to make sure I finish and don't get stuck up the canyon somewhere. I am not going for time, really. That might be hard because I am just too dang competitive. I want to run it to run it. I want to run it to say I accomplished something hard, and something I wasn't sure I would do again.
I am having fun attempting to get into some sort of shape. Our hilly subdivision is kicking my butt--especially pushing a stroller with 2 kids in it. Today, I ran 4 miles on the treadmill....the TREADMILL people! Seriously, who runs on that thing? It bores me to tears. Thankfully, I had a friend running next to me and we chatted the whole time. I am hoping the icy roads melt soon so I can get back outside again. So, here I am, the gimpy has-been, hitting the pavement again, and wow, it feels SO good.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
fishies
We've been having such a great time with our new friends, Ace and Lacy. Lacy and I go to the gym almost everyday, we get together for movies, tv shows, dinner, and whatever else we can find an excuse for. We all get along so well; it's a natural friendship. I am always leery of getting too close to new people, because I have had bad luck with friends moving away. Ace just got a job here, they are buying a house, so it looks like they are here to stay. Matt and Ace are two peas in a pod, and I have known Lacy for a long time, so we all have a blast.
Saturday, we escaped the confines of our house and went to the pool. There was a little boy Kaden's age and they were so cute together. Three is a tricky age, but so much fun. Kaden loves the water. He isn't quite as brave as he used to be, but is still quite a little fishy. I have so much fun taking him. Beckham just lounged in my arms and the tube. It was his first time and he seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. This little baby loves his bath and relaxes the second he hits the water. After our splashing around we warmed up in the hot tub. I just had Beckham's legs in and he fell fast asleep. The outing was just the right cure for our cabin fever.
Saturday, we escaped the confines of our house and went to the pool. There was a little boy Kaden's age and they were so cute together. Three is a tricky age, but so much fun. Kaden loves the water. He isn't quite as brave as he used to be, but is still quite a little fishy. I have so much fun taking him. Beckham just lounged in my arms and the tube. It was his first time and he seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. This little baby loves his bath and relaxes the second he hits the water. After our splashing around we warmed up in the hot tub. I just had Beckham's legs in and he fell fast asleep. The outing was just the right cure for our cabin fever.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
precious
Matt's sweet grandma, "Gabby", just sent us this darling blanket for Beckham. I am absolutely in love with this wonderful surprise. The crocheted trim is beautiful. I love it.
Thank You Gabby!!!
Friday, January 22, 2010
getting deep
The snow is certainly piling up around here. I've got to say how grateful I am for the new handy snowblower we got. A man from church gave it to us for a steal, and an anonymous person contributed just the right amount and we didn't pay a cent. People are so good. I am figuring it out and it sure saves me a lot of time. It's been windy and the snow blows all over me and gets me soaked (hence the slicked down look I have going on). But, I say we have the prettiest driveway around. We've probably gotten about 3 ft. in the last three days. My poor parents are completely burried up at their house, but they know how to roll up there. I am happy to have the snow. It is beautiful and makes everything that much prettier in the Spring. For now, we are just enjoying a lazy day of books, movies, cookies, and naps. I can't complain for an excuse to snuggle up and be lazy.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
love to laugh
Oh, how I love these girls. We haven't been together, the three of us, in a long time. I am so happy when my friends are around. What does one do without them? I would be lost, that's for sure. We had such a fun night, catching up, being silly, and laughing until tears came. Becky's husband was just snapping pictures right and left,and I love the candidness of them all. I am such a happy, and lucky girl.
Update: Despite what it looks like, my dear Andrea is not engaged. Trust me, when that happens we will have a party, and the whole world will know about it!
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