New Year's Resolution.

One of my goals this year was to run a 5k.
Let's preface that statement with: I HATE RUNNING. So, no. I'm not a runner.
Until this morning, the farthest I'd run in.... oh, ten years, was a mile and a half. Even while training for this monster (no giggling) I'd only run 1.3 miles. But our Young Women had a camp fundraiser and I thought, "Hey. It's a good cause. And if I run it now, I can stop running the rest of the summer!! ... or life."
So I did.
I ran next to a girl in my ward which was extra motivating. I was the instigator of all our walking though. Not to brag, but we did run at least 4/5ths of the time. Just towards the end we (I) needed a few walking breaks.
Our time?
Drumroll please....
30 min.
No laughing. It was great for me!
The down side is I'm already hobbling like I'm 90 and I'm sure the lactic acid hasn't finished setting in yet. Tomorrow could be really painful....
Maybe next year I'll pick a better goal.

Scripture Study

Tonight Brother and I were reading his scriptures (in the Book of Mormon) before he went to bed. We were reading the story about Abinidi and King Noah. I told him Abinidi was a prophet a long time ago and asked him who the Prophet was now. With a little prompt he was able to say, "President Monson!" Righto!! Now for the full name.
Me: "Can you say "Thomas..."
Brother: "The train."
What??
Me: "Thomas... S..."
Brother: "The train."
Oh. I get it.

Then we had a little discussion about how Thomas the Train and Thomas S. Monson are not the same. Life must be confusing when you're two.

My Mister Right.

Dad or not, you've always been the perfect Mr. Right for me.
Watching you as a Dad has just improved you.
Thanks for taking such good care of us.
You are a great husband and father.
(FYI: This is Brother. Below is Sister. He just wore the same shirt both days...)


In fact, I think you are the best.

Ta Da!

I made a bag. Don't look too close- admire from afar.

The "M" fingers.

Cousin M and my M have the same habit. Its adorable. Must go with the "name".

Versitile Song

Brother's favorite song is currently "Old McDonald."
At our house, he not only has a farm, he has a zoo,
"Giraffe... munch munch. Hippo... stomp, stomp."
a car lot, "truck...zoom, zoom. "
... pretty much anything can be substituted into the song. Dinosaurs, mommies, Daddies, sisters, etc.
Last night he chose that song to sing before bed. 90% of the time before he goes to bed we sing, "I am a Child of God." Hence, last night's verse went like this: Mind you- he sung this ON HIS OWN.
"Old McDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. And on his farm he had a.... I am a child of God.... (ok..?) E-I-E-I-O. With a..... take a nap here, and a take a nap there.... E-I-E-I-O."
Now I've heard it all. Clever kid.

I heart Kirby salesmen.

Since we've been in our home (a year and a half) three, count 'em, THREE Kirby salesman have come by. They've all offered to vacuum and shampoo a room for free if we listen to their spheal. Ok! Twice they've cleaned the dining room carpet (and the second time they even vacuumed downstairs to prove a point) and today when one came by we told them up front we wouldn't buy unless it was a RIDICULOUSLY low price (which we named). Ok, but they'll still clean a room. So this time we had them clean the BIG room. Who needs a carpet cleaner? This is great!
PS: The Kirby now functions as:
a vacuum, a carpet shampooer, a leaf-blower, a sander (with vacuum attached), a massager, a couch buffer and much much more. It's great! Just not worth the $2500.

Hat

Disclaimer:
1. I've never made one before.
2. It's impressive because its reversible. Agree with me.
3.a. I had no pattern
3.b. He wasn't there to try it on, so I didn't even have a model.

That being said, meet "Hat."
Part fisher, part Indiana Jones, part clown. Sorry hat, you just don't look that great.
Truth be told, he'd rather not wear it and just get a sunburn.

Me and my girl

Blue Eyes

New Food

We're 0 for 3.

No rice cereal, bananas, or in this case, applesauce.Brother, of course, is something close to 0 for 11,000. Here's his ogre face.

"I pulling his ears, mom."

Home away from home.

In the last four hours we've managed two trips for King, two trips for me, and somehow, we still don't have all the right sprinkler parts. The lady at customer service smiled when she saw me. "Got the wrong part again?" (Do I really need to respond to that?) I even asked for help. Maybe people like us are the reason they're so busy.