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Friday, September 12, 2014
My little Clark boy is ten months old. He is EVERYWHERE. He crawls as fast as a speed demon and as soon as I turn around he's already across the house in some place he is not supposed to be. He is getting braver at trying to walk and loves to walk holding on to someones hands. Elsie especially loves to walk him all over the house. He will walk along with push toys and has just started holding on with only one hand when he walks. Still no teeth, and I don't think they are ever coming. No distinctive words yet, but I'm am pushing Mama on him pretty hard. Lots of dadadada, babababa, and every once in a while he throws in a little mamama just to tease me. Clark loves to chase his sisters around and is starting to really get into rough housing with Alice.
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
My first baby is off to Kindergarten. I don't know how she ever got so old. I've gone back and forth all summer between ready for her to be out of the house and entertained by someone else to thinking I never want to send her to school and I just want to keep her home forever. Elsie was super excited and more than ready for it to start.
Alice is in a little once a week co-op preschool with a few other families. She was so happy to get to go to "school" just like Elsie today.
I took Elsie in for her first day and said goodbye at the door. I tried to be brave, but I think she could tell I was close to crying. She gave me a few extra hugs and told me "It's ok, Mom. I'll miss you, but I'll be home later. Give Alice another hug, kiss, and nose from me and tell her I'll miss her." I saved most of my tears for the car ride home and Alan's arms before he went to work. It was much harder than I thought it would be.
Both girls got their giant cookies after dinner for the first day of school. Good day, bad day, or something in between, at least there is a cookie at the end of the day.
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Clark is looking less babyish and more and more little boy every day. He is everywhere all the time. He is crawling everywhere, climbing everything, and cruising along all of the furniture. I feel like I'm sweeping and cleaning all the time, but the tops of his feet still end up black and dirty from all the activity. He chases his sisters around squealing while they run and shout "Clark!! No!!" He is still very much a Mama's boy, though Dad can be fun sometimes. Still no teeth. When he gets tired he sticks his tongue out. He enjoys self feeding himself puffs and yogurt bites and little bites from our food, but it is still mostly just practice as opposed to filling his belly. Clark certainly keeps us on our toes.
Thursday, August 7, 2014
We went, we conquered, and we got dirty.
Two years ago we ran the Warrior Dash and had a blast. We took a break last summer, and dove back in again this year. Our training included watching lots and lots of Buffy and Angel while eating ice cream almost every night. It was a pretty tough schedule, but stuck with it.
We left early that morning, dropped the kids off at a friends house, and made our way to the battlefield. After our nice warm up 5K hiking in from where we had to park the car, we checked in, got our numbers, dropped our gear, and got ready to go.
Trail running really isn't our thing. I don't know how people do it without turning an ankle every few steps. Despite that, we managed to keep up a good pace as we made our way through. There were 12 obstacles (and two small creeks) to get through, and we tried to conserve our energy for the last mile that had most of them. It seemed like this year the main focus of the obstacles was climbing. There were a few trenches to crawl through, but it felt like most of them was some form of wall with ladder rungs or ropes to climb. I experienced a few vertigo moments, but we successfully made it over everything. There was the pond to swim across, and the big mud hills to make it up and over. All of the photographers were near the end of the race catching the last few big obstacles.
The big, new attraction was call the Goliath. Almost at the finish line was a monster of a contraption to get over. First was a big cargo net climbing to the first platform. Then we had to walk across a slippery plank about 20 feet above a pool of water all the while being sprayed with muddy water.
A short ladder climb took us to the top, about 30 feet in the air. The only way to get down was to slide down into a pool of muddy water. That slide was fast! It was a good drop from the end of the slide to the water, and we hit the water HARD.
Around the corner was the last mud pit to crawl through to make it to the end. If I look like I'm in pain, it's because my tailbone was still feeling the effects of sliding off of the Goliath.
While the last two pictures were posed after we crossed the finish line, these next two were totally candid. I really love this guy, and I'm glad he's always on my team.
We made it through the finish line and have our medals to prove it.
We headed down to the Warrior Wash (another pond) to wash off as much as we could before grabbing our gear and heading back home to pick up the kids.
Saturday, July 12, 2014
It is getting very hard to get a non blurry picture of this kid. Clark is full on crawling and he is getting fast. He has also started pulling up and standing on everything he can get his hands on. He is busy exploring his world, and I have even lost him a few times in our post vacation mess. He is slowly moving on from his total Mommy dependency, but given the choice Mom is still his favorite. He is finally getting interested in food and is enjoying the tastes and bits we give him. Still no teeth, and still none that I can see coming. Life certainly is interesting with this little boy around.
Monday, June 16, 2014
I know it is the cliche thing to do to get guys a tie for Father's Day, but how can I resist when they are this cute??
What's the point of having such handsome guys if I can't make them be matchy every once in a while? :)
Men's tie pattern here, toddler's pattern here. Super easy, super cute.
Elsie made Alan a card as well. :)
Thursday, June 12, 2014
It was time to bite the bullet and give Clark a haircut. His little hair kept falling in his eyes, and was long enough to have food and other such things wiped into it. It was so cute and long and reddish, but it was finally time to go.
I normally cut my kid's hair, but I was not confident at all about cutting a wiggly 7 month old, especially when I wasn't really sure how to cut it. My friend Katie offered to give him a trim and did a great job.
Still so cute, but looking more like a little boy! I better get used to him needed a haircut more often. That's the problem with little boys. :)