I Amlost Ran a 5k...

Almost being the key word, there.

My thought process went a little something like, "Hey! I know how to run! I can do it without falling over, sometimes! I should run a 5k!"

That's good logic, in my book. If you can sort of do something, why not do it at a competition of sorts!?

But then last night hit...the night before the big day... and I had to do some deep, deep soul searching. Which brought on some not-so-positive realizations...

Yes, I can run everyday but a.) I am not fast; b.) I kind of limp while I do it and; c.) I'm not very fast.

And all y'all competitive runners out there know, if you're going to run a race, you want to be fast. Or at least that's the dream...

I also realized that the last 5k road race I ran was a sub 20:00...and shortly before that I had run a 18:36 5k road race. This was about 5 years, 1 kid, and few pounds ago.

And I probably won't relive that glory. Even if I really tried.

Side note: I think I may have exited the "game" on a high note and I think maybe it's a good idea to leave it that way...saving face and all that.

In any case, it was a close call.

Less like this...


More like this...figuratively speaking, that is. I'm not really a tortoise. Promise.

3/4

Three quarters of a Y E A R!!!

Or 9 months for the math impaired...don't be ashamed. I'm one of you.

So yeah, the kiddo is a whopping nine months old and lovin' it (I hope)!

The biggest milestone thus far, you ask?

Chompers... Well, one chomper...A tooth, that is. And on our anniversary, no less. It's one of the weird top teeth...just to the right of what I'm sure will soon be his front tooth. But hey, I'm not complaining. It could be coming out his ear for all I care because at least its there, right?

He's also progressed on his walking skills (crawling is soooo yesterday). Have a couch nearby? An ottoman? Yeah, he'll show you his mad skills and walk around that for you. Like a boss. Don't have a couch or ottoman? You're missing out. And what are you sitting on??

Here's a video for your viewing pleasure

He's also upgraded to a little walker with wheels (toys are soooo yesterday) that he can stand up and walk around the living room or sit on it and have me push him. He's loving the latter and figuring out the former.

And besides loving this new "outdoors" business (thank you, weather) life is just keeps on keepin' on. In a good way.


This is his "I'm going to walk as soon as you put down the camera" look

I'm a motorist!

Wanna Hear a Story?

Gather 'round everyone...it's story time:

Boy meets Girl (at the midnight showing of 300 no less). Boy + Girl= BFFs.

Boy asks Girl out and in true BYU tradition they get engaged 6 months later.

2 months after that, Girl drags her whole family from California through the middle of no where, only to find floods, tornadoes and even worse a "town" where everyone dresses up as pioneers and *gasp!* there is no cell phone reception...all so they can wait outside some building while Boy and Girl tie the knot.

Side note: Sorry 'bout that, family!!!

3 years and 1 kid later, Boy (or should I say, MAN! :))and Girl are still totally BFFs:

Happy 3 Year Anniversary to us :)

What They Call A "Nut Job"

Making baby food from scratch is the topic of the day...and is also probably going to be the reason I'll be hitting the mental institution a little earlier than expected (it was inevitable, right?).

Now that Finn is a 100% formula boy now (read: he's no longer on the "boob juice") I decided that, to ease my transition out of "food provider", I would be super Martha Stewart-y and commit some fraud-based crime...just kidding! I actually decided that I'd start cooking Finn's food instead of buying the pre-made stuff.

Cooking for me and Luke? No biggie. I don't think Luke would bat an eyelid if we had spaghetti ever day for the rest of his life (which we might, after all this stress)...but Finn? I feel like I have to provide him with every single nutrient that has ever existed lest he waste away from some sort of malnutrition while everyone casts a very dissaproving look at the person to blame (i.e. Me).

That's a lot of responsibility.

And its driving me crazy. It is just way too much pressure...I can't do it.

But I must.

I must be the responsible adult. Not the sobbing heap of a used-to-be-normal-person slumped over a pot of boiling water which contains every vegetable known to man like I have been after every attempt of this cooking business.

But today, I slumped over in victory (and exhaustion) over THREE different kinds of hopefully-edible food that Finn will most likely spit out. But victorious nonetheless.


Success!....nasty looking success!

This is Why I Can't Have Nice Things...

I used to think my Nook Color was the coolest. Like, cooler than Bear Grylls, cool. It was infatuation at its best.

Note the was. Past tense.

I used to dream about what I would be willing to do to have one in my possession. All that stuff they used to do on Fear Factor? Yeah, I would have done that.

Well, maybe not all of that. But some of it.

Maybe.

But you get the point.

(is anybody else glad that show isn't on anymore? Grossfest)

But now that I actually have a Nook in my possession.(And all I had to do was ask for it. No eating bugs or jumping into a vat of scorpion urine required.) all that it seems to do is FAIL.

First of all, it needs to stop telling me that the book I am attempting to read is in the wrong format. I bought it from the nook store... online...on the internet it provided. And magazines? They look awesome but every time I try and open my new Parenting Magazine (Wow. That says a lot about me. Shoot.) it randomly turns off.

Not cool, Nook. Not cool.

And now, it won't charge unless I'm holding it, standing at a 90 degree angle from the sun, with one foot in the air and my thumbs pointing west...and only if I'm using the the charger for my cell phone.

You're killing me smalls!

So, I'm trading it in.

It really left me no other option. I'm going to get a new "magic reading device" as I like to call it, and hope that this ruiner-of-dreams goes to the place where all defective Nook Colors go to die.

Sounds harsh, huh? I guess that is what happens when a book geek depends on something electronic for literature. Book geeks, English majors, literature buffs....we show no mercy.


This is basically all it's good for, now...

P.S. Luke called this post "complain-y"...aka whiney. But it really isn't helping the mood of this blog when some jackasses right outside Finn's window (basically) think its totally cool and groovy to mow their lawns and honk their car horns at 835pm when its already taken me 20 minutes to get the guy to sleep. I needed to vent.

P.P.S. My mom has just informed me that 'Fear Factor' will, in fact, be coming back on air...as if my mood wasn't bad enough.

Family Run...Kind Of....

Yesterday I had an epiphany of sorts. Kind of like this:

"You know what would be a great idea?! A family run! Everybody loves running, right? Right?!"

The fine weather this morning was like a sign from above that this had to happen. HAD to.

Want to know why this run was a bad idea?

1. I'm injured. I literally limp around Cedar Hills every day with my head down in an attempt to salvage any dignity...because lets face it, anyone who sees a gimp running (very slowly) down the road in a sweater covered with fresh baby vomit should feel a lot of pity for that person.

2. Luke's not really a runner. And when he does run, he doesn't enjoy it very much. Also, if you haven't noticed, he's A LOT taller than me. So when he runs he lopes like a giant and I look like a ridiculous elf shuffling after him. It also looks like he's stealing my baby and I'm chasing him. See?
Get back here with my baby, giant man!

3. Its unbelievably hilly 'round these parts. Like, we started out and Luke was all, "You really expect me to do this?" and I was like, "Why don't we just walk..."

Good times.

Here's what we looked like when we got back...
It wasn't really that bad, I swear.

The Raw Diet (With Modifications)...

Here's the story, people. Remember how I lost all that baby weight? Yeah, me too...good times. Well, I can't run so much right now because I hurt my hip (side note: I've been running a looooong time and I ALWAYS get hurt. Its like my body knows how much running sucks) and as a result that weight has been creeping back little by little. I'm not like the mom from "What's Eating Gilbert Grape" or anything...in fact, I'm still pre-Finn weight...but its a pride thing.

So, being the super grown up, responsible adult that I am I decided to go on a raw food diet. You know, where all you eat are uncooked vegetables and fruits and stuff. That one. Sounds gassy, doesn't it?

Here's how good I am at even considering diets.

My thought bubble: "Raw food diet! Except at breakfast...and dinner...and possibly dessert...Yeah. That sounds good."

Basically, I need to right a diet book titled, "Have a Salad for Lunch and Call it Good"

I think there is a market for that. Lazy dieters...also known as 90% of all dieters, I'm sure.

Anywho, today I was all pumped up and ready to go. Salad materials had been bought and I had an apple for breakfast. A raw apple at that! But then my brother offered me macaroni and cheese for lunch and I couldn't help myself. And then we went to the bookstore and I got a cookie. And then a Chai tea. And then I decided to start tomorrow.

You think that's bad dieting? I also brainstormed ideas for expanding the foods I could eat on this raw foods diet. They include: Raw cookie dough, raw cake/brownie batter, raw cheesecake batter...the list goes on but you get the point. Best diet ever? Yes. But, shamefully, that officially makes me:

The. Worst. Dieter. Ever.


NOT me :)