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Thursday, May 24, 2012

Girly

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About a month ago I was watching a show on Netflix. As it ended, Logan asked if he could watch his show now.

"What?" I asked. "You don't like my show?" (Since he had sat and watched the whole thing with me.)

"I do, but it had lots of girly stuff and I don't like girly stuff."

I stifled a chuckle and handed him the remote. (Or rather, handed him the controller, since we watch Netflix on our Playstation. The Playstation that Logan doesn't even know can play games, too. Shhh.)

I thought how proud his father would be if he had been there, to know that his son thought my show was too "girly." Maybe Jeff had finally succeeded at brain washing his son into only liking things that were loud, athletic, and gross. Logan seemed to be gravitating more and more towards heroes and sports, despite being outnumbered by sisters and coddled by his mother. Maybe the time at school where he could interact with other boys was paying off.

I wondered which show he had picked to counter my chick flick. Avengers? Diego? Hulk?

Nope. My Little Pony.

Back to square one.

Agua

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A conversation overheard at preschool.

Sydney: I want some agua!
Mariana: Me, too! Agua, agua!
Sydney: Can I have some agua? Pleeeeeease?
Savannah: [Disgusted.] Sydney, this is NOT agua. I tasted it. It's water.

Dora, you have failed me.

Monday, May 21, 2012

Red Rock Relay

Last weekend I was given the best Mother's Day gift ever. I got to fly out to Utah to run in a relay race with 5 incredible women. It was such a fantastic experience. We ran a total of 65 miles in just over 11 hours through the red mountains of Moab.


Our team name was "More Cowbell," taken from the SNL skit with Will Ferrell and Chris Walken. We had so much fun with our theme, especially the cowbells. Every time we drove past a runner (whether on our team or not) we'd ring our cowbells. It made us pretty popular with some, not so much with others.

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The views were really spectacular. My first leg ran right pass a cool chimney formation, then we continued to view it from multiple angles as we climbed up the mountain.

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My 1st transition. My teammate Annie was a little grossed out at wearing my slap bracelet sweat for the next few miles, so I aired it out for her during my last mile. I wasn't as kind at our next transition.

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The views on my second leg. I am the one in the red shirt off to the left.

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My teammate Colleen running me some water.

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 Ok, I just have to brag a little bit a lot about this second leg. My first leg had a lot of uphill, and I wasn't keeping a very good pace. I was pretty disappointed when I finished and realized I had averaged 10 minute miles. I'd trained a decent amount for this race, and I wanted to prove to myself that I had something to show for it. By my second leg, I was ready to come out strong and show everyone what I was made of. In contrast to my first leg, this one was almost entirely downhill. When I hit the first downhill stretch, I let loose and went as fast as gravity would carry me. I didn't think I would be able to keep that pace for long, but by the second mile I was moving faster than I had during the first. At about this point a guy (with his shirt off, showoff) passed me. I thought that was the last I'd see of him, but he never got far enough ahead for me to lose sight of him. At each water stop, I'd gain just a little bit of ground until, with a mile left to go, he was only 30 feet in front of me. My team later told me they'd overheard him saying, "I just can't shake that dang cowgirl!" I took off in a sprint and overtook him, then took every chance I had to cut him off on the switchbacks. When I passed through the transition gates, he was nowhere in sight. Turns out he had hurt himself a little ways back and never even finished that leg. When I checked my times, I had averaged a 7:40 minute mile, with three of my miles under 7 minutes! I ended up running this leg (7.3 miles) faster than my first leg (5.5 miles). I never have, and probably never will, run that fast EVER again. It was the most exhilarating and exciting run I have ever done.

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I LOVED this race. It was so much fun and created some really great memories. I can't wait to do another relay soon.

Artwork

I get such a kick out of my kids' artwork. Logan's especially. You can always tell what his current obsession is by what he draws. A few weeks ago he made an entire Angry Birds book and took it to school to show his class. This week he drew this:


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Can you tell what it is? Here's the inspiration.

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And in case you still can make out who is who, here is the cheat sheet.

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Logan LOVES Legos and he LOVES the Avengers (the cartoon version on Netflix, though he's been dying to see the movie in theaters, too), so you can imagine how excited he was to get this Lego magazine plastered in Avengers pictures. He is always so excited to get his Lego club magazine and asks me all the time when he will get another one (not for another two months). Patience is a virtue, my boy.

Rashes

It's been a rough week. Last Monday Isabelle woke up with a strange rash around her mouth. By the end of the day it had spread to her hands and feet. Some people might make the connection (hmm... what could cause a rash on hands, feet, and mouth?) but it took a Google search for me to figure it out. The doctor confirmed what Google had told me: she had hand, foot, and mouth disease (HFMD). In all reality, it didn't seem to bother her too much (as you can see from the smiles in these pictures), but it is extremely contagious so I had to keep her away from other kids for 7 days.


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Two days later, Jeff and I took the girls for a walk/bike ride while Logan was at school. About a half mile from home, Savannah wrecked her bike, resulting in road rash all along her face and a nasty scrape on her knee. She was in pretty sorry shape--I didn't even know you could wreck that badly with training wheels--so Jeff carried her the rest of the way home.

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To make matters worse, the next day she had a fever, and the day after that she developed a rash similar to Isabelle's. By the third day the rash had spread all over her legs, hands, feet, bum, and face. Victim #2 of HFMD.

Come Saturday night, it seemed we had made it through the worst of it. The girls were feeling better, we only had a few more days of quarantine, and so far Logan was showing no symptoms. I didn't think it was possible for Jeff and I to catch it, so surely we were in the clear. Right? Wrong. Sunday morning I woke up to a fever, sore throat, and achy body. I'm still not convinced it's HFMD, but whatever it is, it's miserable. I've been completely worthless as a mother and wife ever since.

Oh, and as I am typing this, Logan came to tell me something and I notice little red bumps around his mouth.

Argh.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Mother's Day Tea

Logan's kindergarten class held a "Mother's Day Tea" the week before Mother's Day. I wanted to be able to spend this day with Logan without any distractions, so I arranged a playdate for the girls and came to his classroom at the scheduled time. I was ready for and expecting a cute program, but I was caught off guard when Logan came to the door, handed me a carnation, offered his arm, and escorted me to my seat. I started to tear up then and it didn't stop for the next hour.

He showed me the cute gifts he had made for me (a ceramic hand print, a placemat, a card with a pouch of tea) and read me the mad-lib style "about you" he had written. We ate our cookies and juice, then the whole class got together for their program. It was all so sweet and tender. I love Logan's teacher and I especially enjoyed watching her interact with her class.


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Hello crooked glasses. Hello sweet boy.
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My brother is an amazing videographer. He puts together a video montage of his family every week. It is such a cool way to document their lives, and I am trying to be better at it. For now, most of my footage comes from my phone, so excuse the quality. Logan is in the back row, navy shirt with yellow stripes. I guess you could have figured what he is wearing from the above pictures. ;)

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Uncle Byron

One of the perks of living here in the central states is being a little bit closer to my brother, Byron. Byron lives in San Antonio, TX, about an 8 hour drive. It may not sound very close, but it can be traveled in a day, which is a lot closer than any of our other siblings. Near the end of April, Byron took a long weekend from work and made the trip up to see us.

My kids LOVE Uncle Byron. He taught them how to tackle and stiff arm when they were really little, and they still love to test his strength every time he comes over. We tried to make the most of his stay and jam packed every minute. The first day Jeff and Byron went golfing, then we all headed down to the OKC Arts Festival. The festival was held at the Myriad Gardens (another on my bucket list). Wow. Wow wow wow. The gardens were so beautiful. And it was so cool to find them right smack in the middle of downtown. There was a cute children's garden, an awesome splash pad (more like drench pad), a beautiful amphitheater with live music, an amazing glass atrium and lots of waterfalls and ponds.


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The next day we went to Frontier City (also on bucket list - I am knocking these things off like crazy!). I'll admit, I was a little disappointed. I was hoping for something comparable to Utah's Lagoon, but it was a tad smaller and had less kid's rides. That didn't phase Logan or Savannah, though. They can't stop talking about it. We bought season passes so we'll be heading back as soon as school is out. I didn't bring my camera into the park, but I did take a picture of us eating lunch out of the back of our van.

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When we weren't running around like crazy, we crashed on the couch and talked about everything from girls to jobs to family to finances. It was so nice to spend some time with my brother. Thanks, Uncle Byron, for the fun weekend! Next time we'll come visit you!

Martin Nature Park

Well, hello, May. Where did you come from? And why are you halfway over?

Time has flown by this spring. I measure life in terms of things to look forward to, and we've had a lot of those lately, making the days and weeks blur together. I can't even remember what we've done other than by the pictures I have stored away, waiting to be blogged about.

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Such as these. Jeff has been traveling a lot lately, so the kids and I try to find things to do to get out of the house and not feel so isolated from the world. This day we went to the Martin Nature Park (one of my bucket list items). After checking out the cute playground at the entrance, we crossed a bridge into the trails section of the park. I made the mistake of trying to bring a stroller for Isabelle. These were NOT stroller friendly trails. After an hour of trying to push/carry our big double stroller over stairs, up hills, and across bumpy terrain, I was done. But I am anxious to go back with a backpack so we can really explore. The kids especially loved the dozens of turtles we saw swimming in a pond. I am still amazed at how many wild turtles there are here. We saw another one just yesterday near our house.

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