Sweet treat.

After a 10 miler this weekend blogging is still a little beyond my grasp, but I can muster enough strength to give you a little photo montage of me and my bud sharing some frozen yogurt at Costco. Vanilla fro yo may not fix dehydration nor be great nutrition for someone coming off a hunger strike from a busy weekend with lots of family, but it was a super fun sweet treat that we both enjoyed.


Stuff I made.

I made my niece a dress for Christmas and forgot to take any photos of it. But then my sister-in-law sent this one the other day:

Too much cuteness. I think it’s the chubby thighs that make the outfit. Give a mom of a boy the opportunity to make something for a girl and she’s going to use pink ruffles. I mean maybe not, but why not?

Oh, and of course I put ruffles across the tush. There is just really no way to incorporate ruffles on the rear of a little boy’s clothes. Especially one who already requests to wear the same football sweatshirt everyday. Sigh. Headbands I can live without, but a life without baby tush ruffles? A mom can only take so much.

The Super Bowl is coming.

We don’t let Dash watch TV. That is to say he only watches basketball, football, golf, and the occasional Blue’s Clues. One day when he got up from his nap I had Project Runway on to see who had won at the end of the Miss Piggy episode. I figured the cross-cultural episode would be ok for the 5 minutes that were left. Dash came in, sat in his little chair with his cup of milk, stared at the TV for about 30 seconds. Then he turned to me and asked, “fu-bol?”  Could he be anymore like his dad? He now can say Tebow and Manning. My pride overflows. (I kid. It is really cute when you ask, “who plays football?” and he answers, “Tebow!”)

Anyhow, we will of course be watching the Super Bowl this year and Dash I’m sure will be taking it all in with his dad. At least until bedtime.

“Practicing” for the big game:

A lesson in humility.

Last weekend I ran a 5k to get some race-day practice before the big event. It was 16 degrees at the start of the race and despite my two layers of pants and three layers of tops I felt like I might lose some limb to frostbite before the end of the 3.2 miles.

I didn’t and I even ran faster than I ever have for the 5k. I’m not much of a competitor and I think I still have yet to discover how far or fast I can truly push myself. So while 28:18 didn’t win me any medal for my age category I did PR, was proud of myself, and I did realize I might be able to run this half marathon a lot faster than the last one.

Where’s the humility in this blog post?

Here you go:


Ugh. I’ve never found a good race photo of myself, but this one is also a PR for me in bad race photos. (The clock is the clock time, not my chip time.) This is not at all the image I had of myself in my head as I pushed myself to sprint across the finish line. More than the competitors eye of the tiger I have the look of someone who is about to leap into a pit of alligators. All while apparently trying to squish my freezing face into my turtleneck.

I’m just going to go ahead and visualize myself as Kara Goucher as I cross the finish line in Ft. Lauderdale:

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Much better.

Moves like Jagger.

Dash is a tiny man with many moves. Here is his go-to move the fast march. Or maybe it is a merengue?

Then yesterday he started some balancing and tumbling moves. We can’t figure out where he picked up his moves, but they are daring and hilarious. He’s probably headed to the Olympics. Probably. In golf and gymnastics. He’s like Bo Jackson.

If you want to see the other videos click the feed link on my youtube channel to see more of his impressive feats.

For those of you who think you have seen enough I will leave you with this:

This tiny man has flair.

What’s up with that.

Here we are in the new year and so a little update on what is going on in our lives is probably appropriate. Some might say goals, but I can’t even pin things to my board in Pinterest so I’m not about to be putting down GOALS in all caps. It’s a new year, but let’s not get crazy. Plus it’s almost the end of the month so resolutions is just a silly word to be throwing around at this point.

Anyway, at the top of Dash’s 2012 to do list was to catch an actual cold. Last Saturday night I was sure he had whooping cough and Zach and I listened to “the sounds of whooping cough” on the internet. Ugh. Don’t do it. That was enough to convince the logical one in our parenting team that Dash did not have whooping cough. The other more…hyper dramatic of us was just as convinced that we did have a whooping cough-er. Either way he went back to sleep and slept fine, but then spent the last three and a half days felling pretty congested and yucky.

We have stayed indoors away from all society for most of that time which led us to accomplishing another of Dash’s goals – playing with every single ball he owns all at once. It’s a game he named “Roll Ball.”

The boy is ball-wealthy. This picture is the equivalent of Scrooge McDuck swimming in a pool of his money.

On the top of my list is to run my second half marathon, hence the countdown to the right. I have also added a link to my twitter account where I talk only about running and post twit pics of things like my legs in a bathtub of ice.

After that I plan on doubling my mileage from last year. I think is will be easier than it sounds because I took a big chunk of the summer off after an injury from the last half marathon. I also dislike running in the heat of summer so I need to find some motivation to get through that.

And then on the potential goal list is running the Hospital Hill Half with my running buddy in June. This is still on the wait list in my mind because I need to overcome my whole fear of the heat thing first.

Other than running my to do list contains:

– opening an etsy shop

– continuing to follow this decluttering calendar: http://www.mysimplerlife.com/2012.htm

– and following this yearly reading guide: http://www.navpress.com/uploadedFiles/15074%20BRP.dj.pdf

So far so good.

Christmas 2011

Christmas 2011. Here it goes:

Friday morning “Christmas morning” in KC. Homemade cinnamon rolls.

Christmas pjs and present opening for the first time in our new house.

Friday afternoon. In the car to Omaha. Broken portable DVD player means game 2 1/2 hour game of catch.

Walking tour of Christmas lights in my parents neighborhood.

Saturday visit with an old friend and a new baby. Baby 10 months younger and 2 pounds heavier than our “big boy.”

Back in the car. On the road to Fremont and the Christmas Eve celebration.

Football with the cousins.

Christmas carols. Accompaniment by the toddler.

Family. Crab legs. Homemade crescent rolls. Peppermint pie.

Gift opening. All done in time for a 7:30 p.m. bedtime.

Christmas morning. Pancakes with great-grandma’s recipe made by three generations of family members. And enjoyed by the youngest.

In the car. Back to Omaha for Christmas day gift opening.

Christmas afternoon nap.

Enjoying time with family and new toys.

Monday. Back in the car to KC. Christmas 2011 done. Enjoyed by all.