I'm feeling a little guiltly for not putting up new posts. I just don't want to right now. I haven't been spending much time on my computer.
I know I have lots of things to talk about including the 5k, spring, funny Sarah things, Isaac's neck injury...
I will write down this short thing that I've told a few of you. It was quite humorous in real life. Maybe you had to be there...
A few nights ago, Sarah woke up about 4:45am crying. I went in to see what was wrong. She stopped crying immediately when she saw me and said in a loud, clear voice "Mom. I want candy." That is what you woke me up for? Um, not right now honey.
I'm going to bed now.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
My Love/Hate Relationship
Running.
It's awesome. It's awful.
Ever since I hurt my foot, I've been struggling to enjoy it again. Much of the initial euphoria I felt over being so dang proud of myself has gone.
Last night I decided to just go run - without looking at my Garmin. I ran at the pace I WANTED to run at. Want to know what it was? I'll tell you, but...
As with pretty much everything else it is hard not to compare yourself with others. I have heard so many runners' stories now. I was talking with a friend this week about it and I KNOW she was shocked to hear what my pace was. (You were, weren't you Alanna?)
So guess how fast I was - or should I say slow? It really doesn't matter, does it?
13:00 min miles...that's what my body enjoys right now. It was liberating. I felt great. I could have run longer.
I did some 11:00 min miles on Saturday and hated it.
I am not a natural runner or even a natural athlete of any kind. I never have been; I don't need to be. This is not for anyone else. This is for me.
P.S. I do hope however, that by June I can run those 11:00 min miles without dying. The registration for the Wasatch back doesn't allow you to put a time slower than that without contacting them. Humph.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Very Random and Somewhat Boring
This post really has no purpose. There is no overall theme - nothing that makes for a good title. I just felt like writing random things.
My life is really good overall. I know that I'm not being grateful enough most of the time these days.
I have been ultra discouraged this week. I think it's a combination of a lot of little things. I just haven't been able to fully shake it. (Actually, today has been good. The kids and I weeded the yard for two hours! It felt so good to get something accomplished.)
I am also pretty busy, but once in a while I STILL get pangs of loneliness. It's weird. I have plenty of good friends these days, but really don't do that much with people. I was just reading some others' blogs and wishing I could be invited into their world. Why do I feel like that? I honestly don't think I'll ever totally escape it.
I have to say this. Sometimes running sucks. My foot is doing well, but I still haven't picked up my speed. This week my dentist told me about two of his kids that ran AMAZING times way back when. I know it's an individual thing, but it didn't help me feel very speedy.
As far as not being too grateful goes - you know how you can be totally content and blessed until you realize there is so much more you could have (or at least it seems like it)? I've been dealing with that. I wish it would go away.
I keep forgetting to write some of the darling things Sarah has been saying. I think she is at her cutest ever right now. When Dad came home two days ago, she ran up to him, hugged him and said "Daddy, Daddy, I love you so much!" Now, she has been telling us all that. Her toys will tell each other "I like you so much" and she usually says "Thank you so much, Mommy" when I do something for her. She can say her name correctly now, but usually slips into saying Sasah or Sarsah still. One of my favorites - bandanda. I bought her a new dress at the mall this week that she wanted on immediately. She had it over her other clothes and kept going up to random people, tapping them and saying "My dress, pretty." While at the mall play area (in Layton), she was jumping of the chairs around the sides and saying "Awesome. Cool. This is fun." She is in LOVE with princesses and carries her figurines almost everywhere. Rather than tell you which one she wants, she'll find a picture of them on something and point to the specific princess and ask, "Where it go?" These short phrases make it sound like she isn't talking a lot, but she is. She has had a speach breakthrough and it has been so fun.
That's about all I feel like writing. Good heavens.
My life is really good overall. I know that I'm not being grateful enough most of the time these days.
I have been ultra discouraged this week. I think it's a combination of a lot of little things. I just haven't been able to fully shake it. (Actually, today has been good. The kids and I weeded the yard for two hours! It felt so good to get something accomplished.)
I am also pretty busy, but once in a while I STILL get pangs of loneliness. It's weird. I have plenty of good friends these days, but really don't do that much with people. I was just reading some others' blogs and wishing I could be invited into their world. Why do I feel like that? I honestly don't think I'll ever totally escape it.
I have to say this. Sometimes running sucks. My foot is doing well, but I still haven't picked up my speed. This week my dentist told me about two of his kids that ran AMAZING times way back when. I know it's an individual thing, but it didn't help me feel very speedy.
As far as not being too grateful goes - you know how you can be totally content and blessed until you realize there is so much more you could have (or at least it seems like it)? I've been dealing with that. I wish it would go away.
I keep forgetting to write some of the darling things Sarah has been saying. I think she is at her cutest ever right now. When Dad came home two days ago, she ran up to him, hugged him and said "Daddy, Daddy, I love you so much!" Now, she has been telling us all that. Her toys will tell each other "I like you so much" and she usually says "Thank you so much, Mommy" when I do something for her. She can say her name correctly now, but usually slips into saying Sasah or Sarsah still. One of my favorites - bandanda. I bought her a new dress at the mall this week that she wanted on immediately. She had it over her other clothes and kept going up to random people, tapping them and saying "My dress, pretty." While at the mall play area (in Layton), she was jumping of the chairs around the sides and saying "Awesome. Cool. This is fun." She is in LOVE with princesses and carries her figurines almost everywhere. Rather than tell you which one she wants, she'll find a picture of them on something and point to the specific princess and ask, "Where it go?" These short phrases make it sound like she isn't talking a lot, but she is. She has had a speach breakthrough and it has been so fun.
That's about all I feel like writing. Good heavens.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
A Lesson Was Learned Today
(Disclaimer: I noticed this post I had written a while back (a little after Halloween) and not finished. Since I have had a loss of words lately, I thought I'd put this one up - not finished, but with enough of the story I believe.)
Right after school, I realized that they were giving flu shots in the auditorium. I grabbed the boys and went to get them. I wanted to give the boys something to look forward to, so I said that if they got the shot they could have 10 minutes to eat however much candy they wanted (of their Halloween candy which is HIGHLY monitored.)
Sounds like a good deal, right? Oh, it was.
During the aforementioned 10 minutes I was busy keeping Sarah occupied in the other room. With less than a minute left, a very sad Isaac came in with a full mouth. He said "I wish I hadn't done that." He looked SICK. For the next fifteen minutes he felt ill. He kept saying things like "I'm never going to do that again," and "I don't feel good." I kept thinking (and chuckling to myself), is this really happening? Is what moms always say coming true? I mean really - how often do kids actually get sick from eating too much candy? Not as often as we wish.
Right after school, I realized that they were giving flu shots in the auditorium. I grabbed the boys and went to get them. I wanted to give the boys something to look forward to, so I said that if they got the shot they could have 10 minutes to eat however much candy they wanted (of their Halloween candy which is HIGHLY monitored.)
Sounds like a good deal, right? Oh, it was.
During the aforementioned 10 minutes I was busy keeping Sarah occupied in the other room. With less than a minute left, a very sad Isaac came in with a full mouth. He said "I wish I hadn't done that." He looked SICK. For the next fifteen minutes he felt ill. He kept saying things like "I'm never going to do that again," and "I don't feel good." I kept thinking (and chuckling to myself), is this really happening? Is what moms always say coming true? I mean really - how often do kids actually get sick from eating too much candy? Not as often as we wish.
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