This morning I was pretty drowsy and not at all thrilled to be awake. I was eating my cereal with Jared, when I heard Rosie stir. I ate as quickly as I could, so I wouldn't have to eat soggy cheerios and nurse at the same time.
She started getting louder and louder and finally I heard, "Maaaaaamaaaaaamaaaaamaaaaamaaaa!"
And then my day was awesome.
Because I am the mom.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Funny Little Jared
Instead of saying, "Kindest mother, would you please help me put the cereal away if you have the time?" he says, "Take it away!" like a cute little tyrant.
He puts his own underwear back on now. Though they are frequently backwards and inside out.
Sometimes we have to let Rosie cry herself to sleep. Jared absolutely hates it. He yells from their room, "Wosies cwying! Come help her! She is sad!" If this does not elicit a response from us, he begins fake crying and says, "Ouch, my foot!" until we come in to check on him and then he lets us know that Rosie is crying and that we ought to help.
Dancing is (ideally) mostly spinning for Jared.
He is obsessed with birthdays. Ken and I both have birthdays in May and then there has also been Mother and Fathers Days. Hardly a day goes by without a request for cake or candles or wondering if it is "Dewed's berfday?" (Jared's birthday)
We got him a kickboard to help him learn how to swim/ not be afraid of the water. He likes it, but will only refer to it as his skateboard.
He is helpful and loves putting things away. If the scissors, my wedding ring or some laundry is out of place, he makes sure to set it right. Don't worry, he also thinks that all of the toys need to be spread out every day.
He says, "Your bet!" instead of saying, "You bet!"
Sometimes when I am angry (gasp!), Jared says "You're not angry, you are happy!" And then he gives me this smile like he hopes that works. :)
When we get the Ensign and Friend (Mormon magazines) in the mail, he is thrilled. He doesn't like when I read his magazine without him there. Oh, and also, a few months ago after reading one of the stories in there he gained a fear of roosters that is just starting to wear off.
He also overuses the "oo" sound; he says "Sooda" for soda and "Koos" for kiss. So sweet!
He puts his own underwear back on now. Though they are frequently backwards and inside out.
Sometimes we have to let Rosie cry herself to sleep. Jared absolutely hates it. He yells from their room, "Wosies cwying! Come help her! She is sad!" If this does not elicit a response from us, he begins fake crying and says, "Ouch, my foot!" until we come in to check on him and then he lets us know that Rosie is crying and that we ought to help.
Dancing is (ideally) mostly spinning for Jared.
He is obsessed with birthdays. Ken and I both have birthdays in May and then there has also been Mother and Fathers Days. Hardly a day goes by without a request for cake or candles or wondering if it is "Dewed's berfday?" (Jared's birthday)
We got him a kickboard to help him learn how to swim/ not be afraid of the water. He likes it, but will only refer to it as his skateboard.
He is helpful and loves putting things away. If the scissors, my wedding ring or some laundry is out of place, he makes sure to set it right. Don't worry, he also thinks that all of the toys need to be spread out every day.
He says, "Your bet!" instead of saying, "You bet!"
Sometimes when I am angry (gasp!), Jared says "You're not angry, you are happy!" And then he gives me this smile like he hopes that works. :)
When we get the Ensign and Friend (Mormon magazines) in the mail, he is thrilled. He doesn't like when I read his magazine without him there. Oh, and also, a few months ago after reading one of the stories in there he gained a fear of roosters that is just starting to wear off.
He also overuses the "oo" sound; he says "Sooda" for soda and "Koos" for kiss. So sweet!
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Sunburst Half
I did it! I survived my half marathon! I didn't chicken out or hitch hike it or anything!
My body feels awful, but I am glad that I did it. I've told myself for a long time that I wasn't athletic because, well, you know, that is what my older siblings did. And that excuse doesn't cut it anymore.
The race was really intimidating and I was freaking out a little bit before it started. But my gem of a husband told me that the real victory was all the early morning runs I did before race day; the race itself was the icing on the cake. He is a good one, huh!
I ran for the first half and then slowly decreased from speed walking to just, well, regular walking. By mile 9 my knees and hips were doing way less than stellar. And then and 80 year old passed me. Fortunately, not much later, I was cheered on by my friends (one of them lives in the neighborhood the race went through). And it gave me the pep I needed to finish.
Finishing is the best part of any race, but the Sunburst races finish with pizazz. You run down the tunnel at the Notre Dame football stadium to the school's fight song and cross the finish line on the 50 yard line. Pretty darn cool. I felt like Rudy.
So, I finished in 2 hours, 59 minutes and 23 seconds, which is not a great time, but I am thrilled. And so as I crossed the finish line (with a little extra push at the end for you, Ruth), my legs decided that they had done enough. So the staff there took me to the medical tent where they treated me for heat exhaustion. I drank water at every station and it wasn't that hot out, so I don't really know why I had a problem. But it wasn't anything a few cold, wet towels and a bowl of melon couldn't fix!
I am glad I did it. A half marathon was a little too ambitious for a first time runner, but I definitely found some inner (and a bit of outer) strength that has been worth it. I didn't train very well for outdoor running (I ran almost always on a treadmill) or hills. I am not done running now that I've reached this goal, but my legs have to stop aching before I think about doing another race.
Before I finish this post, I must express some appreciation to Ken. When I was running, he got up early with the kids and took care of them. He was patient with my complaining about the training runs. He got me lots of ice water and bananas. He rubbed my legs and my ego more times than I can count. He supported me in every way for months and months. XOXOXO
My body feels awful, but I am glad that I did it. I've told myself for a long time that I wasn't athletic because, well, you know, that is what my older siblings did. And that excuse doesn't cut it anymore.
The race was really intimidating and I was freaking out a little bit before it started. But my gem of a husband told me that the real victory was all the early morning runs I did before race day; the race itself was the icing on the cake. He is a good one, huh!
I ran for the first half and then slowly decreased from speed walking to just, well, regular walking. By mile 9 my knees and hips were doing way less than stellar. And then and 80 year old passed me. Fortunately, not much later, I was cheered on by my friends (one of them lives in the neighborhood the race went through). And it gave me the pep I needed to finish.
Finishing is the best part of any race, but the Sunburst races finish with pizazz. You run down the tunnel at the Notre Dame football stadium to the school's fight song and cross the finish line on the 50 yard line. Pretty darn cool. I felt like Rudy.
So, I finished in 2 hours, 59 minutes and 23 seconds, which is not a great time, but I am thrilled. And so as I crossed the finish line (with a little extra push at the end for you, Ruth), my legs decided that they had done enough. So the staff there took me to the medical tent where they treated me for heat exhaustion. I drank water at every station and it wasn't that hot out, so I don't really know why I had a problem. But it wasn't anything a few cold, wet towels and a bowl of melon couldn't fix!
I am glad I did it. A half marathon was a little too ambitious for a first time runner, but I definitely found some inner (and a bit of outer) strength that has been worth it. I didn't train very well for outdoor running (I ran almost always on a treadmill) or hills. I am not done running now that I've reached this goal, but my legs have to stop aching before I think about doing another race.
Before I finish this post, I must express some appreciation to Ken. When I was running, he got up early with the kids and took care of them. He was patient with my complaining about the training runs. He got me lots of ice water and bananas. He rubbed my legs and my ego more times than I can count. He supported me in every way for months and months. XOXOXO
He just loves reading
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