Running a Half Marathon With My Kids

Oct 16, 2014 by

mom bib

When I was pregnant with my first child, Jake, I ran a few 5Ks, including a very slippery and icy 5K walk the day before I had him.  I like to kid that I walked him out.  My homegirl, Tara, who was also pregnant at the time, accompanied me on that three mile trek through the hills of Litchfield.  At each of those 5Ks, I scribbled, “+1″ on my racing bib- I was running for two! It wasn’t until I ran my half marathons as a Mom, that I wrote, “Jake’s Mom” on my racing bib, and, this weekend, for the first time ever, “Jake and Olivia’s Mom.”  I’ve talked about this before, but Mom Miles are different than regular miles.  Mom Miles are like dog years- you just have to multiply them.  For every mile run as a mother, I swear, it’s like running two.  It’s harder to find the time to train for a race, your chances of getting sick along the way and derailing your training are quadrupled (thank you, tiny child germ carriers), and let’s be honest here- Motherhood invokes an entirely new level of exhaustion.  Like WOAH exhaustion.

Happiness is…

Oct 2, 2014 by

Happiness is…  Throwing a huge pile of leaves in the air.



Happiness is…  Digging into your brother’s shell collection when he’s not looking.



Happiness is… Momma bloggers taking crazy cute selfies.



Happiness is… Cousins dressed up in pretty outfits at weddings.



Happiness is…  A cute couple, still looking cute after all these years, and two kids.



The Many Moms of Daycare

Sep 25, 2014 by



Jake & Miss Elana/Mommy

Not a weekend goes by that my three and a half year old year old, Jake, calls me by his preschool teacher’s name.  And you know what? I think it is literally THE CUTEST thing ever.  Sometimes he catches himself, and corrects himself mid-sentence, but most of the time, he just plain calls me by her name.  And really, though, I can’t help but smile and say to my husband, “Did you just hear that!?” Oh it makes my heart MELT!

Remember When

Sep 18, 2014 by

Remember when the sound of little feet the was music we danced to week to week.  Brought back the love, we found trust, vowed we’d never give it up.  Remember When?  



Oh, little Olivia Marie.  You are ONE!  This is the part where Momma takes thoughts to keyboard and types up your first year birthday blog post.  I can’t believe this is the second time I’ve featured a one year birthday post up here.  Jake’s birthday post was filled with the lyrical Harry Chapin’s “All My Life’s a Circle” and you, Girlfriend, have the sweet honey drawl of Alan Jackson.  Remember When, ran through my head and in my iPhone speaker many, many times during the twelve weeks we hung out together after you were born.  There were tears during those weeks, some mine, and some yours, and without fail, every time this song came on, the tears were mine.  And, for full disclosure, there was also a lot of Katy Perry’s Roar playing on repeat, but, well, that’s for a different post, on a different day.

Family Portrait

Sep 11, 2014 by

Livvy, who is now a WALKER- I know, right?! How did that happen to my sweet tiny one-year-old babygirl?!  Moved up to the big time last week.  Yep, it’s offic- Livvy moved out of the tiny baby room, and into the Wobbler Room at school.  With that, came our first homework assignment- bring in a picture of your family.  Sure! No Problem!  I’ll just scan through our photo albums and bring up a picture of the four of us.  But wait.  There are no pictures of the four of us.  Well, no recent ones, anyway!  There are beautiful family portraits from last year’s Christmas card when Livvy was just shy of two months old, and bald as a billiard ball- a far cry from where we are today, I might add.  I quickly scanned my iPhone (or as I like to call it, my CAMERA), and nothing.

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