Friday, August 28, 2015

August



August has been busy.  Summer is quickly coming to a close so we filled it as best we could with playdates and field trips and family nights.

We’ve spent a lot of time in the yard and have amazing results.  Our grass is healthy, lush and soft, and growing like crazy!  Our flower beds have been covered with tarp and bark, beautifully finishing off the yard.

A attended kindergarten testing and flew through the questions.  She is undoubtedly ready and so excited to start school.  She even begged and reminded me everyday about getting her kindergarten shots.  (once that experience came, share was less excited but braved through it.) 

L and A attended a summer art class and thoroughly enjoyed it.  They took “daddy shirts” as their art smocks and came home with several projects on canvas.

My birthday was spent with L, getting her ready for the new year.  We attended meetings at the dance studio and went to her piano evaluation.  Piano lessons continued through the summer but with an inconsistent schedule, practice became a battle.  However, for her evaluation, she buckled down to prepare and preformed the required songs well.  As a reward for that goal, we got pedicures together.  And then when Husband got home from work (bringing home the most beautiful roses I’ve ever seen), we all went to dinner together.  That evening we hung out in our gorgeous backyard and invited the neighbors over for cake.

I got to go on a girls night with two close friends.  We went out to dinner, sharing stories and catching up.  One of them recently had a baby and the other is pregnant with twins so that dominated most of our conversation through dinner and as we wandered through shops after.

We spent a weekend with my side of the family.  It was meant to be a campout with the whole family but we couldn’t get there until Saturday.  One of my brothers had already left to go visit my other brother who declined coming due to injuries.  But since they were planning on video games all night, we went to camp anyway, joining my parents and one of the cousins who begged to stay and play with us instead.  The girls rode their bikes as we settled into camp.  It was A’s first day without training wheels and she took to it like a fish to water.  With a little help from Dad to get her started, she mastered the balance quickly and the girls rode all weekend.  I lounged with my mom, chatting and catching up.  Papa and husband joined us, making plans to visit my sister.  Husband spent some time working on my car (he spoils me so much!) and we grilled up a tasty dinner.  Husband, L and her cousin slept in the tent while A, E and I joined Grammy and Papa in the trailer.  We slept well and lounged through the morning, riding bikes and playing in the sandbox.

We headed to Grammy’s house to shower and get dressed up.  Then we drove to my brother’s house for the baby blessing.  The girls immediately disappeared to play with cousins and we got to see lots of family that crowded in for the occasion.  Grammy got to help my sister in law dress my adorable nephew and we shared in the beautiful blessing experience.  We stayed for dinner and finally made our way home.

We’ve taken a few field trips to the zoo, usually meeting friends.  We typically bring a picnic lunch, wander to see animals for an hour and then spend an hour in the splash pad.  The girls have such a blast every time and get thoroughly worn out.  Last time we went, the animals were particularly active.  One of the bears sat right up against the glass.  A approached and placed her hands on the glass, he leaned his head in towards her! It was as if he acknowledged her with a tender cuddle.  We also got particularly great views of a tiger that showed off for them and a white leopard that came right up to the glass and plopped down next to the kids to watch them, only inches away from them.  Meanwhile, L was wandering with one of her long time best friends and making plans for their new rock band.

And now, our summer is quickly disappearing and we will soon be back to school.  Each of the girls start school on a different week (not ideal since they’re impatient, but we’re trying to emphasis it as a special day for each of them).  L came home from her first day, bouncing and bursting with news and stories, reporting that second grade is millions times better and more fun than first.  She has several friends in the class and is off to a great start.

baby #4



It took a long time to make such an important decision.  3 feels like a good number for our family and it’s so exciting to watch the girls transition into the next phase of growing up.  I love being with them and sharing those moments.  Having another baby would be starting over in so many ways and would now mean juggling a much wider age range and accompanying schedules and interests.  We debated all our concerns, even the seemingly shallow ones.  I worried about finances, time, stress and good parenting.  But in the end, none of it was enough to temper wanting another child.

Decision made, we met with the doc.  He considered my history and reminded us it could take awhile, to not get discouraged or impatient.  And with that, we went on our anniversary trip.

And brought home a little souvenir. 

I realized the possibility as I was getting ready to leave for an out-of-town race.  Shocked that it happened so fast, I took a test.  Despite my delight and excitement, I couldn’t tell anyone! Husband was camping with the scouts and I wouldn’t see him until after my race weekend.  So I tucked my secret away and left for the race.  It was a fantastic weekend, one of my all time top three favorite races.  As soon as I got home, I hurried to meet husband.  I told him I brought him a shirt (which I often do after a race weekend), and then gave him a baby onesie with the Ragnar logo.

We met with doc to confirm the results and scheduled an ultrasound.  We shared our news with family during our Pioneer Day barbecue.  We used wooden letters to spell out our family name; husband, myself and the three girls held the first five letters while the sixth and last letter had a tag that read “due March 2016”.  We sent a picture out to family and friends and celebrated.  And now that the girls know, they tell everyone!

During the ultrasound appointment, I got to hear baby’s strong heartbeat (155/minute) and see that wonderful tiny jellybean on the screen.  Our due date is March 26, same as L (who showed up a few days late where this one will likely be induced early).

So far I feel…ok.  Not sick as often as with the girls and yet, struggle with a more constant, unreletting feeling of being unwell.  I get sore more easily (and have had to drop some of my planned races) and am always hungry for something I can’t identify.  But so excited for our sweet little miracle number 4.

quote of the day

E: "I can't give it my best! I gave my best to daddy!"


me: "The answer is no."
E: "Well I'm not accepting that!"


sassy little imp.

Monday, August 10, 2015

quote of the day

E got picked to help during the Primary sharing time twice yesterday (lucky girl).  Both times, she begged the teacher "please, you have to pick L!" so eager to get her big sister up there too!

Pioneer Day weekend



For many years, even before I married into the family, husband’s mom put together a great weekend to celebrate Pioneer Day.  She loved watching the Days of 47 Parade and always put together a day at the lake with her siblings and all of their kids so the cousins could spend time together.  In the ten years we have been married, we’ve gone to the lake every year and the parade almost every year.
Last year, she and I sat together watching the runners as they came down the route, eager to finish the last two miles of their races and formulated a plan.  Her and I would drive down together early.  She would stake out a spot for the family on the parade route while I ran the half marathon. 
Unfortunately of course, none of us knew how fast we would lose her.
As summer approached, the cousins began to talk, wondering about our annual get together.  So I tentatively spearheaded.  I didn’t want to lose the opportunity, just because we didn’t try.  And so we celebrated.
Early (very ridiculously early) on the morning of July 24th, I drove down the canyon and met my cousin and running partner at the finish line.  We left my car there and drove to the start together.  It was our first race together in ages (despite the fact that he introduced me to Ragnar) and I loved it.  We talked nonstop until the race started and throughout our run together.  We had elected to do the 10K, rather than the half marathon, realizing that we were both undertrained.  We enjoyed the sweeping downhill and then made our way down the parade route.  The parade was hours away but crowds were already gathering and cheering us on.  It was a great atmosphere and fun, happy energy.  We finished in 57 minutes, just barely over our 9min/mile goal.  We celebrated briefly at the finish line and wandered back to my car.  He helped me stake out a parade viewing spot for my family and then we retrieved his car before he had to go.  I stretched and lounged in the sunshine for almost an hour, holding down our spot as the street became more and more crowded.  Then I was joined by husband and my cute kids, plus one of my best friends and her family.  The kids were delighted to see each other and the adults got to talk and catch up.  The parade was great, the kids bounced around playing and watching, declaring favorites and devouring treats.  After it was over, we made our way to a nearby Chili’s to have lunch together, extending and enjoying our time together.
We made it home for some quick packing and readying for the rest of our fun weekend.  We went to Grandpa’s house, thrilled that my brother in law’s family had already arrived and the girls all immediately disappeared to play.  We shared some gifts from our anniversary trip, coffee and vanilla.  And then came the best part.  We employed the girls to help us, lining up the five granddaughters in order by age.  Then, while Grandpa had his eyes closed, we gave each of the girls a wooden letter.  Their five letters, plus the sixth letter that I held, spelled out our last name.   They shouted for Grandpa to open his eyes and he took in the girls spelling out our last name, including the sixth and final letter that I held, with a little note declaring “due March 2016”.  The adults celebrated our announcement and then we slowed down to explain it to our kids.  They are so excited! And terrible at keeping it a surprise so they have spread the word quickly.  We lined up the letters again, this time with husband, myself, our three girls and the sixth letter sitting on a chair.  This adorable picture is how we announced to my parents and other family.  It perfect captures the girls, L grinning, A smirking and E mischievously holding her letter upside down.
For the rest of the evening, the kids ran amuck while the adults visited.  We feasted on lasagna that I had made and Grandpa stayed up late to bake pies.  We camped in Grandpa’s backyard sleeping in tents, much to the kids delight.  They eagerly settled in and we slept fairly well.
We spent the morning lounging and playing.  My SIL and I stayed with the kids while the adults visited the cemetery and then we headed for the lake.  It was very casual and relaxed.  Mom always planned games and activities but this year we were a smaller group so we just let the kids play.  Husband and my BIL took the kids out in the kayaks which they loved.  They got to fly kites and feast on treats.  The beach was too rocky for sand castles but they made games of the rocks all the same.  Once it turned more windy, we gathered our stuff and went back to Grandpa’s house.  That evening we were joined by more of the cousins for a big bbq and spent a wonderful evening together, sharing our news and catching up on each other. 
Eventually, the party trickled away.  The five granddaughters watched a bedtime movie to settle them down while the adults got to talk.  Grandpa had collected rock polishing equipment for each of his kids and we talked tentatively about a family trip for this fall.  It’s been planned and postponed a few times but now seems like a great opportunity to go.  We camped in the backyard again, cuddling our babies in the tent.
And after breakfast, we said good bye to cousins, happy with the busy and fun weekend spent together.

Ragnar NW Passage



I dropped the kids off to my friend (who would eventually pass them off to Grammy—so grateful for the help of friends and family that let me continue this crazy habit) and raced to the airport.  I barely made it in time, immediately boarding and settling in for take off.  A long layover in Vegas was spent with a Jamba Juice and panini before the final leg into Seattle.
I arrived at the airport and waited for another good friend and teammate to arrive.  Then both of us were picked up by the team, thrilled to see old friends again and excited to meet some new teammates.  We drove to the hotel where we met more of the team, did a whirlwind shopping trip to stock up on food and went to the Olive Garden for dinner.
The team split into our two vans for the night.  Mostly because my van (van 1) only got to sleep for four hours before we had to up, load into the van and drive to the start.  We checked in and rallied to the starting line.  I was runner 1 so I got to lead the team, rocking my rainbow yeti boots for a 6.5 miles run starting at the Canadian border and running south along the waterfront.  It was gorgeous! And perfect weather.  Not as fast as I’d like to be, but I kept my anticipated pace and handed off to my teammate.  After finishing our legs, we turned it over to van 2 and hurried back to our hotel.  Since we got a late checkout, we managed a quick shower and then went in search of food.  We found burgers at a local sports bar and then lounged until our second legs.  I ran another 4.5 miles, this time in matching tutus with a teammate (“team tall and small”, since I’m 5’10” and she’s 5’0”).  I got to facetime with the girls to do our bedtime routine together and they always love to see what I’m wearing for races.  (We did our usual "happy and sads" conversation which I always love.  But I was happily surprised when I got my entire van to report happy and sads each night as well!)  One of the exchanges was at a local farmers market with ice cream, fresh waffles cones and local produce (the seafood had unfortunately already been put away).  We decided we couldn’t resist and ordered ice cream.  Two runners from our van still had miles to conquer so they begrudgingly passed while the rest of us feasted.  Our cones, a “2 scoop” turned out to be bigger than my head and I ate less than half before I gave it away.  But turns out that ice cream during a race weekend is never a good idea and we definitely regretted it.
We passed the race over to van 2 and slept for a few hours before I started my third leg (3.1 miles) around 4 am.  We cheered each other on, taking naps when we could and continuing the highly inappropriate but downright hilarious stories and comments.  We finished our last legs and went out for breakfast.  We found a local cafĂ©, “Knead and Feed” right on the waterfront.  We spent our thirty minute wait wading in the ice cold water for a pseudo ice bath while we admired the beautiful view.  Breakfast was amazing and then we made our way to the finish line party.  We wandered briefly, exchanged shirt sizes, picked up free stuff and shopped in the gear tent before we settled down in the shade to wait for our team
It was late afternoon (one of my earliest finish times yet) when our team gathered both vans and waited for the last runner to come in.  She had struggled through most of her runs, apparently fighting heat and injury and had to walk part of it.  So we just hung out and waited, excited to join her and run across the finish line as team in Ragnar tradition.  Unfortunately, as soon as she caught up to us, she broke into a sprint and crossed the finish line before we could catch up, which is actually pretty insulting—and which is why she’s ready to pass out in our team photos.  So we shrugged off the anticlimactic finish and enjoyed our brief stay at the finish line party with pizza and drinks.
We headed out shortly after, anticipating the traffic to get off the island.  We waited in line 90 minutes to get on the ferry (still better than the 3 hours it would take to backtrack the other direction).  Once our van was loaded, we went up a deck to enjoy the view.  Back on land, we drove to our hotel, unpacked and divided up gear, and said goodbye to part of the team.  Seven of us stayed together, going to dinner at a highly recommended seafood restaurant (Pike’s Chowder House—so unbelievably good!) and then spent the evening at the hotel.  We lounged in the hotel hot tub, showered and then stayed up way too late playing “Rotten Apples”, a dirty, adults only version of “Apples to Apples”.
Half the remaining group stayed and slept in until their afternoon flight while I left with the early group.  We took a 4:30 shuttle to the airport and then said our goodbyes there.
All in all, this race goes in my top three all-time favorites.  The scenery was gorgeous, my van was unbelievably fun and we had so many great experiences (and so many new favorite phrases, stories and legends).  And despite my less-than-usual mileage, I’m so sore!
Until next time.

July



Summertime has been pretty fantastic.  Our summer bucket list is still very long and summer is flying by.  Highlights from July include:
One of husband mission companions and close friends came to visit.  The girls adore him so they smothered him with attention.  We feasted on homemade chile rellenos and a variety of treats.  We stayed up playing with legos and watching movies before having a sleepover.
We are still working on the yard and it’s starting to look pretty fantastic.  The grass has taken root and while still filling in, the kids can finally run on it.  But best of all, we put the trampoline in.  We had some friends over for a bbq while we set it up and the kids went crazy.  They jumped on it everyday since.  Even the flower beds are starting to look presentatble.  We are getting them filled and shaped.  We probably won’t put flowers in this year but in the meantime, the yard look great.
We went to the annual reunion with my dad’s side of the family.  We met at my aunt’s house for a pool party and bbq.  The kids were thrilled to see their cousins and loved playing in the water.  Husband jumped in with them and introduced them to chicken fights.  Then the challenge began, stacking kids as high as we could.  Husband managed to get both L and A on top of his shoulders and then got THREE of my cousins boys on his shoulders.
That same night, we went to the drive in theatre (A’s favorite place).  The line was ridiculous, far longer than I’ve ever seen it but we still managed to get good spots.  We were joined by my brother and two of my cousins and each of their families.  We saw the minions movie (missed half of it trying to get everyone parked and settled) and then watched the new Disney: Inside Out, which was really cute.
I’ve got a new calling at church: teaching the five year olds.  I’m trying hard to be excited about it but I’ve spent 8 of our 10 years married in junior primary (mostly nursery and sunbeams), and especially now that I have kids that age, I’d really like to attend Relief Society or even work with Young Women.  But at least I get to have A in my class.  (Ironically, husband is also in primary now and has E’s class.)
The girls attended another summer day camp.  This time was theme was cooking and they had such a blast.  At the end of afternoon, the got to sell all their treats to their parents.  (my favorite was the smores pinwheels)
We’ve had a couple of Spanish movie parties where L gets to invite some of her dual immersion classmates over for pizza and a movie in Spanish in hopes that at least hearing it occasionally will help them retain some of their vocabulary.
We had another playdate with cousins.  They stayed here while their parents worked some overlapping shifts again and we had lots of fun.  We spent plenty of time at the park, had picnics and destroyed the toy room repeatedly.
We are frequent patrons of the sno-shack and enjoying lounging on their patio devouring our sno-cones and searching out the gummy bear hiding at the bottom. (L’s favorite color is legoland, A’s is Barbie, E’s is blue raspberry)
E’s hand has recovered well from her mishap.  The skin is completely healed and the nail has begun growing.  It’s misshapen so far but may be able to correct itself with time.
All Stars has come and gone.  Husband has been the course director for this camp for the past two years.  It is a huge commitment for him, both on his time and his talents.  The district support all but fell apart this year so he was basically on his own.  And still managed to pull off a fantastic experience for his boys.  They spent the whole week camping, biking, climbing and more with all sorts of challenges and tasks.  The boys love it.  Husband has loved it as well but I think is grateful to be done.  He’s had a weekend every month since January plus this week long camp in July.  What an experience.
L continues on piano.  She’s less enthusiastic about it and no longer practices as regularly (or at least, no longer without argument).  She would much rather spend her time playing with her sister but she has loved all the new songs they’ve learned this summer.
We spent a week in swimming lessons.  We’ve spent a lot of time swimming this summer (and am especially grateful to a friend and neighbor that opens her pool as a neighborhood swim once a week).  L immediately gravitates to her friends.  A jumps in and out fearlessly, spending most of her time in the deep end.  And E usually plays poolside, scampering around and is often first to wear out.  For swim lessons, L and A are in a class together and quickly took to all the games and challenges their teacher gives.  A is fearless but tends to forget form when she’s tired or in a hurry.  L has improved dramatically and has really impressed me.  E is in a younger class and always the drama queen, takes a little more coaxing.  She hates to put her face in the water or swim without assistance.  But she also has slowly improved.
I ran Ragnar’s Northwest Passage (more later).
We celebrated Pioneer Day (more later).
My niece celebrated her 4th birthday with an ice skating party.  My girls had never been ice skating before and were literally dancing with excitement.  We arrived first so we got some snacks while we waited for everyone else to arrive.  It took us awhile to get everyone properly fitted and eventually onto the ice.  The start was rough—there was not near enough adults skating for the number of very small children (all of which were skating for the first time).  But we slowly settled in and collected enough pushers (like a walker) for the kids to use as they got the hand of it.  I haven’t skated since college but managed enough to chase kids around.  E gave up quickly and went to go sit with the aunts and uncles who were just watching or holding babies.  But L and A loved it and made round after round, becoming increasingly more steady and brave as they went.  In fact, they were the last ones off the ice, coming in only because it was time for presents and dessert.
My little sister came to visit! Yayyyyy! I was so thrilled to get to see her and especially to have some one-on-one time with her.  We spent our first day together being rather lazy, just talking and catching up.  She shared her fantastic news—she’s getting married!  I haven’t met her fiancĂ©e yet but she showed us pictures and we got to talk a lot. 
My sister and I took the kids to the carnival (which was part of the fair days festivities).  It was our first year using the wristbands so the girls were thrilled to learn they had unlimited passes for the day.  They took turns choosing the rides and my sister and I followed them around talking.  Our mistake was letting them ride the Gravitron.  Even though A said she wanted to try, that was the ride that did her in.  Her stomach was upset and we left soon after with plans to come back that evening.
We went home for quiet time.  I slipped away to teach a class at the gym and then went to dinner at the girls latest favorite restaurant, which happens to be sushi.   (Which my sister loves too so I was eager to spoil her with as many favorites as we could.)  After dinner, my sister and I went to the house to lounge while husband took the kids back to the carnival.  A’s stomach never fully recovered though.  She tried a few more rides anyway and then was sick most of the night.  Poor kiddo.
The next day we made my sister’s favorite cookies—snickerdoodles and watched movies, having a quiet morning.  And then in the evening we met my parents for dinner at Chili’s.  She broke her exciting news to them and we talked through dinner.  Afterwards, we all went next door to the theatre to see a production of “The Little Mermaid”.  The girls did great!  They marveled at the theatre and the set and stage.  They loved the music and the characters.  One highlight was when Ursula began her villain song and E declared (loudly), “I’m going to go down there and tell Ursula she is not being nice!”  During intermission, we explored the theatre a little and danced outside to get their wiggles out.  They did well through the whole show and then were delighted that they got to meet the cast and take pictures with her favorite characters.
Lastly, we got to spend another long, lazy morning with my little sister.  Two of my adorable nieces and their mama arrived to play as well.  We had lunch at the local favorite for burgers and shakes and eventually she left with my parents to spend a night visiting my other siblings.  After she left, we had more fair days excitement.  L got to be in the fair days parade!  So we hurried to get her ready and dropped her off to the dance team’s parade float.  We settled into the spot we had staked out, enjoying the shade of our canopy and the city park right behind us.  Once the parade began, we had a great view but the kids didn’t stay with us—the raced back and forth to get close a better views or to collect the candy and popsicles that were being passed around.  We saw the dance studio’s float, L was beaming and dancing and so adorable.
And lastly that evening, Grandpa took L on a date to the rodeo.  She reported that she loved all the tricks and the bull riding.  She even got to participate in a little halftime event and got to keep her souvenir stick horse.