Wednesday, July 23, 2014
My New Years Resolution was to start training for a half marathon, so I roped my favorite sister-in-law Teenie into running with me and we began to run 2-3 times weekly with Elaine, my ever faithful running buddy. Our dedication and motivation started to lag in late May sometime (my crazy schedule with moving and opening a business probably had something to do with that) and Elaine came up with the idea of registering for the Mount Misery relay as an intermediate deadline to help us along.
Billed to us as "57 miles of fun", we quickly learned from our beer runner group that it was anything but. Most groaned and said they would never, ever do it again. But a few smiled and said they'd done it a few times and wished us all the best. Dan Johnson has done it several times and gave us a few pointers--like starting 2 hours early, which was the best advice I've ever heeded.
We made plans to bring along toliet paper, shovels, first aid kits, snake bite kits, snacks, water, gatorade, and anything else we could load in the back of the pick up. Joe, our faithful driver, drove while we hopped in and out of the truck to run our legs of the relay.
(His one comment of the day: "I never knew how much your running centered around pee breaks. One of you has to pee every time we stop." My reply: "You see how long you can hold your pee after you push out a ten pound baby and then try to run 57 miles." Boo-yah.)
We started with smiles and ran the first 14 miles fairly easily.
Then, it turned into an uphill battle. Straight up. 7000 feet up. Ugh. We got passed by several of the faster teams despite our headstart. A team of beautiful topless men sprinted by us. I thought if only we weren't weighed down by our shirts, we would be just as fast.
After running for 6 hours, we finally reached the top.
I ran that first glorious mile downhill and shouted to my weary teammates, "This is awesome!" We were soon running faster than the pickup could navigate the rocks downhill.
The last half went much faster...and we finished the race in a short 10 1/2 hours, coming in dead last. But, we were all pretty proud of our accomplishments...and celebrated with a post race beer and jumping in the icy cold river.
When I got out, I could barely keep my eyes open and it was quickly apparent we all needed to go home and go straight to bed.
Not sure I need to ever tackle this particular race again. But, I think I will wear my finisher's medal every day. Out grocery shopping. While folding laundry. At Costco.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
We inherited a boat and have been making it seaworthy. Joe's not sure we can afford a free boat, but the rest of us are pretty stoked.
Meet Boatie the Seahawk. Christened by the same duo who wanted to name their baby brother Lampie.
Looking forward to some time on the water soon!
Monday, June 16, 2014
That was before our life exploded.
In early March, I quit my job and decided to open my own clinic. If you are ever up at 10pm, wondering what you could be doing, you should try starting your own business. My days were filled with meetings with contractors, accountants, lawyers, and waiting on hold for the IRS. After putting the kids to bed at night, I would work on paperwork and the household chores that never seemed to get done. Joe has been super supportive, sitting in on meetings, picking up kids from daycare, and being a single parent many evenings while we've tried to get this venture off the ground.
We planned to open the clinic doors on May 1....and decided that since life wasn't really busy yet, we would also move to a different house, too!
We'd planned that after we opened the clinic, we'd probably need to move to Washington. We thought we'd tackle that project next year, until we heard that a friend needed to sell his home. We looked at it and it seemed like a good fit for our family.
So, we said a prayer and put our home on the market.
Teenie, Mom Kaufman, and Grandma A spent a full week with me, cleaning and packing and moving out of our house and getting it ready to sell. Buyers came and went. One set of buyers kept haggling back and forth...and 3 weeks later, our house is sold (knock on wood, turn around and spit three times, quick!).
We've spent the last 6 weeks packing, unpacking and cleaning at our new house, our old house and the clinic. Life is chaos. I don't know where anything is and the mountain of laundry is towering.
But, I'm back seeing patients. In my own clinic.
Our life exploded.
Not much has ever been so satisfying.
(Hoping to lure you once-faithful readers back with the promise of more regular blogging in the future).
Saturday, March 01, 2014
Thursday, February 27, 2014
You light up in a special way when Sam plays with you. You two have this sort of crazy boychild wildness and you both get to wiggling and laughing and yelling. I can't pretend to understand it, but I love it.
Natalie wants to mother you...and boss you. You have less patience for that, but you, like the rest of us, love her amidst your daily conflict. You lure her in with one of your open mouthed kisses and then pull her hair and grin.
Happy birthday, Henry. We all love you so much, little guy.
Love, Mom and Dad
Sunday, February 09, 2014
We are trying to harness that determination for good instead of evil...and most days, I think we do all right.
Natalie Doris--our intense, fabulous daughter--happy, happy birthday. These last three years have been a wonderful adventure. Here's to a great 4th year of life.
Love, Mom and Dad
Saturday, February 01, 2014
Last Sunday, I had a plan.
First, we set the big kids' alarm clock for 7:45am. We found that if we don't set it, they get suspicious about why their alarm clock is not going off and then wake up extra early. This was enough to get them some extra sleep but not arouse suspicion.
Second, feed baby a huge bottle at his morning feeding.
Third--and this is the key--set the Kindle outside our bedroom door.
Fourth--also key--LOCK the bedroom door.
At 7:45 am, we were still in bed and heard Sam and Natalie's alarm go off, followed by the pitter-patter of little feet to our bedroom door. Instead of rousting us from our nice warm bed, they stopped at the locked door.
Natalie: Oh, look. I found the Kindle!
Sam: Well, that was easy.
Natalie: I know! It was just right here.
They spent the next 30 minutes watching cartoons while Joe and I dozed until Henry woke up. Glorious!
It only took me 6 years to figure this out.