What in the World?!

I suppose I should be flattered that all of you loyal readers out there have enough faith in me to support me in my goal of running a half marathon, however why oh why didn't just one of you try to tell me how insane I am? I had been very lightly 'training' with the idea that I would run Top of Utah in the fall or possibly one in Bear Lake in June, because I didn't get registered in time for Ogden. Which is in May, mind you. Seven weeks from today. Well, I had to go open my big mouth & tell a friend that I had tried to register for Ogden & it was full, & it just so happens that said friend has a few connections & long story shorter, I am now registered.

What in the world am I thinking? Since I found this out on Tuesday I have run (using the term incredibly loosely, as there is quite a bit of walking involved) every day with no sign of improved endurance. My breathing seems to be getting a little better, but my legs just seem sooo tired! I'm not giving up, in fact, that's not even an option. I have 3 other gals planning to run with me & also the fact that a favor was used to get me registered, I better pull through. Needless to say, any advice on the matter would be appreciated. If I'm incredibly ornery the next 7 weeks you'll now know why. Please don't judge me.

Pilot Brother.

I have some really awesome & talented siblings & would just like to take a moment to brag one up. My good news minute, if you will. Yesterday my dad, Mr P & I went out to the Ogden Airport where Lee was taking his Instrument Test for the flight program he's in at USU & got to see him come in & land, maneuver around the runway & take off a couple of times. It was so cool & weird & awesome to watch!! Mr P was in awe of the planes & helicopters-- his baby blues were as big as saucers. He even said 'helicopter!' We met my mom for dinner & when we took Lee back to the airport the sun was setting & we watched him do his pre-flight check, taxi & take off. Granted, I'm an emotional goober, but I really almost got choked up as we saw his plane heading toward Ben Lomond. I'm so stinkin' proud of him. What a great accomplishment!! Can't wait to go for a ride....

Whoops, He did it Again.

That's right, my little angel managed to call 911 AGAIN. This time at my mom's & this time a cop showed up. I'm feeling really good that they now have my name on file twice for the same offense. I bet they think I'm such an attentive mother.

18 Months & Counting.

My little Mr P celebrated his 18 month birthday last week, accompanied by the usual visit to the doctor. Upon her entering the room, P took about 4 seconds to compose himself before beginning to tell her a story. A story that by the sound of it included both exciting & serious turns, encompassed a few comedic moments & was critical to the completion of a good well-child visit. I can't tell you what exactly the story was, but it was apparently enough for his doctor to deem him 'socially mature.' She asked if he talked like this often, to which I replied "not often-- pretty much non-stop." She laughed, which made P laugh & hold his belly like he'd just heard the funniest joke, & for which he had a quick, if unintelligible response. (When I told my dad about this he said "Well, his dad's never met a stranger." Which is true.)

The visit progressed well; we learned that P is 10th percentile in weight & 20th in height. He's just a little guy, but he's healthy & abundantly happy. Well, for the most part anyhow. He had to get a shot, which is never any fun for either of us, but at least I don't cry anymore. I had a 'moment' this time that has been in my mind ever since. As the nurse was preparing to give the shot, & asking me to hold his arms, he was looking at her, a bit wondering, but not unhappy, however the moment he felt the pain as the needle entered his leg, his little eyes shot to mine, full of tears & confusion, probably wondering why I would let this happen to him. I grabbed him up the moment the band-aid was on, & just loved him up, wishing I could explain it all to him. And yet, just moments later, all is forgiven. The pain is forgotten & he trusts me with his whole heart once again.

This utter trust continues, as his new favorite game is to climb on to the nearest object & jump, full bore, into my arms. There is no hesitation. His little mind trusts that I will be there, ready, able & willing to catch him before he falls. As cliche as it seems, that's a lot of responsibility on my shoulders, because I know it's not just this one game; It's life. I am the one who has to be held responsible to raise this boy with all the correctness, truth, love & direction I can muster. Sometimes it's so overwhelming that I was entrusted with such an amazing spirit to raise. I have to take it day by day & heaven knows some are better than others, but because I have Ty & so many others around me, I'm willing to give it a go. But ya know, that little Mr P makes it a lot easier on me than he probably has to. Knock on wood.

Farm Fresh.

My ever-adventurous & busy husband has started another endeavor. The raising of cows. He hopes to get some buying, selling & breeding going on eventually, as well as a beef supply, however for now we just have 3 little guys who still eat from a bottle & nuzzle right up to humans in hopes that visitors come bearing food. P wasn't quite sure what to make of them, but wasn't scared, so it's a start. He'll be helping Ty muck stalls in no time. Or so Ty hopes, because it sure won't be me! The day these were taken I think these little guys were 6 days old. Awww, sweet. (Jackson joined us on our visit to the farm, however I was unable to get a pic of him with the Holsteins because he choose to stay outside, a safe distance from the smell of cowpies. His words.)

It's too Quiet.

Sometimes a nice, quiet house means peace & rest. Sometimes it means this.

Someone please tell me how this kid finds EVERYTHING he's not supposed to have, no matter how I try to hide it. This means that for all holidays & birthdays from now on, no more toys. Household goods only.

Bear Lake.

Last weekend Ty & I went with most of my family to Bear Lake for a quick weekend getaway. I didn't do so well documenting, but we had a splendid time. We spent Saturday sledding at the Sinks, which was the BEST. However, note for next time: snowmobile necessary. It was quite a hike getting back to the top of the hill, possibly best described as excruciating, but I don't think I've ever tubed such long hills! I was laughing out loud going down, then laughing that I was such a nerd for laughing out loud. What a vicious cycle. I also had quite a hearty laugh when I dared my dad to go down on his belly & he took me up on it. Now that's entertainment.

We also thawed our bones with a little swimming & enjoyed some truly entertaining Rock Banding. Mostly from the kids, but also a very nice rendition of 'White Wedding' from Bishop Lambert. Classic.

Thanks, everyone for coming & for all the fun, good food & good memories. There WILL be a next time.

Happy Birthday Auntie Tanya!!!

My auntie Tanya is now 17 & we wanted to tell her that we love, love, love her!!! She's such a great aunt who has a heart of gold, an incredible knack for making us laugh our guts out, & who is overflowing with greatness to offer the world.
We wish you a wonderful year ahead!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
xoxo

Gettin' in on the Giveaway Action.

So, a friend that I grew up with now owns a pretty cool restaurant in Ogden called the Sonora Grill. Check this out for a chance to win a free dinner fr 6! Food's great & the restaurant is absolutely gorgeous!! You won't be disappointed!