Maisy is devilishly cute. That's why we keep her and don't sell her to the gypsies. Though we consider it daily.
DVS wanted to run a race, so I found a 1K. That's .61 miles. It was a huge learning experience as a parent. He wanted to walk. Sit down in the middle and rest. And by golly that's not how you do a race. You try your hardest and don't quit no matter how bad it hurts. I learned that my expectations for his experiences are not the same as his. I need to be proud of him if he truly feels like he did his best. It took me most of the day to get over being disappointed that I didn't think he did his best.
I love that after a hard day of skiing, he couldn't even eat. Just fell asleep at the table. This is a first for us.
We went to St. George over Presidents' Day and hiked to 3 Ponds. It's a longer hike than Dylan can handle, and it was really windy. So, since it had rained the night before, we told Dylan that every puddle we passed was one of the Three Ponds so he wasn't disappointed to not see them.
Maisy can throw amazing tantrums. This one just wore her right out.
It seemed like sledding was fun, but this picture may not be the best evidence of it.
Flying kites was fun for about 20 minutes, until the wind froze them into kid-cicles.
Maisy turned 2
Wes turned 35
I love that I can dress them matchy-matchy for holidays. It makes for cute pictures.
Supercross wasn't everything we dreamed this year since all our favorite riders were injured. But Dylan still loved going.
We inherited this play-set from Wes' aunt and uncle. And with some elbow grease it's looking fantastic. The kids love it and Dylan really does know how to use the ratchet wrench he has through his belt loop.
I talked a bunch of friends, including Wes' aforementioned aunt, into doing the Women of Steel triathlon. It was a nice practice for the big one I'm doing on Saturday. I just hope everyone had fun and will want to do more with me later.
Dylan's end of year preschool program turned into the Dylan Show. He's the only kid you can hear singing. And when his teacher says, "Louder." He's happy to oblige. He's the best.
Last, happy birthday to me. I turned 31 last Tuesday. It wasn't the best birthday I've ever had. And since this is my blog, I'm about to over-share. I woke up at 5 to do my first outdoor swim in a wetsuit that I borrowed. Well, the pool opened 40 minutes late. Apparently at the beginning of the season it takes practice to get those covers off in a reasonable amount of time. About 3 laps into my swim I feel like I'm drowning. My massive shoulders are too much for my wetsuit and I can't get my arms overhead for my normal stroke, so my breathing is off. It also feels tight around my neck. I definitely feel like I'm drowning at this point, so I strip off the wetsuit and finish my swim in my trisuit regardless of the fact that it's 50F outside. I don't get to go on my bike ride after because I have to get home so Wes can go to work. I get the kids a quick breakfast so I can take them with me in the trailer for my bike ride. Two weeks before my triathlon I don't feel like I can fudge any of my workouts. I follow this up with mowing the lawn and cleaning the house to get ready for my party. I rush through the shower to meet Wes for a very nice birthday lunch at Market Street, no makeup, wet curly hair that DVS hates. I think, "maybe I can get a free dessert for my birthday. I even have my license with me." I glance at and realize it expires that day. I quickly call my mother-in-law to see if she can take the kids while I run to the DMV. I rush home to grab the appropriate documents and my makeup bag. The DMV has made amazing improvements. I was in and out in less than 20 minutes. I could have taken the kids, but my only experience has been hours of torture long. I'm still doing the dishes when my first guest arrives for my party. It was an insane day. I really hope 32 starts out better.
It seemed like sledding was fun, but this picture may not be the best evidence of it.
Flying kites was fun for about 20 minutes, until the wind froze them into kid-cicles.
Maisy turned 2
Wes turned 35
I love that I can dress them matchy-matchy for holidays. It makes for cute pictures.
Supercross wasn't everything we dreamed this year since all our favorite riders were injured. But Dylan still loved going.
We inherited this play-set from Wes' aunt and uncle. And with some elbow grease it's looking fantastic. The kids love it and Dylan really does know how to use the ratchet wrench he has through his belt loop.
I talked a bunch of friends, including Wes' aforementioned aunt, into doing the Women of Steel triathlon. It was a nice practice for the big one I'm doing on Saturday. I just hope everyone had fun and will want to do more with me later.
Dylan's end of year preschool program turned into the Dylan Show. He's the only kid you can hear singing. And when his teacher says, "Louder." He's happy to oblige. He's the best.
Last, happy birthday to me. I turned 31 last Tuesday. It wasn't the best birthday I've ever had. And since this is my blog, I'm about to over-share. I woke up at 5 to do my first outdoor swim in a wetsuit that I borrowed. Well, the pool opened 40 minutes late. Apparently at the beginning of the season it takes practice to get those covers off in a reasonable amount of time. About 3 laps into my swim I feel like I'm drowning. My massive shoulders are too much for my wetsuit and I can't get my arms overhead for my normal stroke, so my breathing is off. It also feels tight around my neck. I definitely feel like I'm drowning at this point, so I strip off the wetsuit and finish my swim in my trisuit regardless of the fact that it's 50F outside. I don't get to go on my bike ride after because I have to get home so Wes can go to work. I get the kids a quick breakfast so I can take them with me in the trailer for my bike ride. Two weeks before my triathlon I don't feel like I can fudge any of my workouts. I follow this up with mowing the lawn and cleaning the house to get ready for my party. I rush through the shower to meet Wes for a very nice birthday lunch at Market Street, no makeup, wet curly hair that DVS hates. I think, "maybe I can get a free dessert for my birthday. I even have my license with me." I glance at and realize it expires that day. I quickly call my mother-in-law to see if she can take the kids while I run to the DMV. I rush home to grab the appropriate documents and my makeup bag. The DMV has made amazing improvements. I was in and out in less than 20 minutes. I could have taken the kids, but my only experience has been hours of torture long. I'm still doing the dishes when my first guest arrives for my party. It was an insane day. I really hope 32 starts out better.