tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14786472430522622212024-03-05T16:13:09.210-06:00The Swenson ChroniclesSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009344436155463461noreply@blogger.comBlogger592125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478647243052262221.post-21592504650694897902016-06-21T10:04:00.000-05:002016-06-21T10:04:51.581-05:00My First Marathon<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
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I have
never been much of a runner. There were several times in my life that I tried
to be. In High School I was required to run, but always got out of it because
my knees hurt (growing pains). I half-heartedly tried in college, and after
getting married, and after my first two kids. I ran a few 5ks, but nothing
really stuck, mostly because I was running for the wrong reasons. I ran mostly
thinking that if I did I could still eat whatever I wanted and loose the baby
weight. There was never any joy in it, just a means to an end that never came,
so I gave it up.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Then
came 2015… I had three kids age 6 and under, and was pregnant with the fourth.
I was trying to care for my kids, my marriage, my house, and myself and I was
struck with a completely surprising and completely debilitating bout of
Antepartum Depression. I had never even heard of it, let alone been through it,
and it wreaked me. Those nine months of pregnancy were the worst I have ever
been through, and it was a kind of darkness I never want to face again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When I was
nearing the end of it, I knew I needed to be proactive after the birth so I
wouldn’t slip into any sort of postpartum depression. I hadn’t had it in the
past, but this pregnancy was nothing like I had experienced, and I wasn’t
taking anything for granted. I picked up the book “The Non-Runner’s Marathon
Trainer” and started reading. There was very much the feeling of if I can
survive this pregnancy, then I can do anything, so why not run a marathon.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://sarahnalan.blogspot.com/2015/10/hannahs-birth.html">Hannah was
born</a> at the end of September, and 6 weeks later, I started running. It was
slow, painful, and full of walking, but I stuck with it and slowly started to
get better. I was amazed at how good it felt to run! I had been so trapped in
my own body during that pregnancy that finally being able to move and run gave
me an almost instant flood of endorphins. Alan decided to join me a few weeks
in, and we took turns running in the wee hours of the morning before getting
kids off to school. It was difficult getting up those early mornings after
feeding a baby however many times during the night. It was especially hard
having to get up extra early and pump milk before squeezing into a sports bra.
The winter came and we bought cold weather running gear. Slowly my stamina
increased to where I was running a 5k every morning without even thinking about
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At the
beginning of January I officially started the training program and picked out a
marathon. I signed up for Mainly Marathon’s Heartland Series – Day 6,
Wisconsin. It is a series that runs 7 marathons in 7 days in 7 different
states. It had some unique things that I liked about it. It was a looped
course, which meant one big fully stocked aid station, easy access to any drop
bag that I wanted to bring, and I always knew where the next bathroom would be. They also prided themselves on leaving no runner behind, which meant that there were no time limits and they stayed until the last runner finished.<o:p></o:p></div>
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There
were many early mornings running in the dark and snow. Aside from <a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/BCNmHLuHSTn/?taken-by=sarahswensonfamily">one
hiccup in March</a>, training went fairly seamlessly, until the end of April. I
suddenly had to pack up a few of my kids to fly with me to be with <a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/BFgyPVbHSbG/?taken-by=sarahswensonfamily">my
Mom</a>. I managed to go on a few short runs and one 16 miler while I was
there, but mostly running was put on hold for more important things. When I got
back there was only a few weeks left until the marathon. I pulled out a 20
miler in training before the miles went down for my taper. The 20 miler was
hard, but it gave me confidence that I had the guts to finish the marathon.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My
sister Becky flew out with her daughter Lucy to watch our four kids while Alan
and I ran ourselves silly. The marathon was two hours north of us, so we packed
up the night before and booked a cheap motel right by the race. I had to pump
and dump before bed, and then again at 3:30am when I woke up to get ready. I
put on all my tried and true running gear and slathered up with Body Glide. We
headed over to the race and got signed in and picked up our numbers. I felt a
little silly wearing my hydration vest when there was an aid station at the end
of every mile, but I knew my running strategy, and I always felt better taking
little sips every few minutes rather than chugging a whole cupful once every mile.</div>
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It was
a 5am start time, and I was a bundle of nerves and freaked out energy. It was a
small group, only 84 runners between the full and the half. The head guy gave a
few announcements about how the course worked, and singled out a few people who
were hitting running milestones. Alan and I were announced as running our very
first marathon, and were met with lots of cheers. The course was set up as a
perfect mile loop with two down and back sections. The chit chat finally
stopped, and I honestly can’t remember if there was an air horn or whistle or a "ready, set, go", but
suddenly I was off and running. I was finally running my marathon.</div>
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">We started running the opposite way
first to get the .2 out the way before looping 26 times. Alan and I split up
almost immediately. We had different paces, and we each had to run our own
race. But because of the way it was set up, we saw each other almost every loop
at some point and could give encouragement as needed. My name was printed on my
number, and I heard “Way to go, Sarah!” “Good job, Sarah!” and “You’re doing
great, Sarah!” constantly through the course from the other runners. It was
very much a community of runners that just wanted to lift each other up and
help everyone be the best they can.</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">At the end of every loop I got a
rubber band. After 5 loops, I traded in for an orange rubber band, and so on. I
had Amy Poehler’s “Yes, Please!” on audio book pumping though my earbud. A few
times while running I burst out laughing, and other runners gave me a funny
look. I just told them “Sorry, Amy Poehler”, which probably didn’t make a whole
lot of sense. I was doing really good and feeling really good. I didn’t even
have to make a bathroom stop until lap 5. I was slowly making my way through
the marathon.</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Around lap 10 I hit my first little
rough patch. Part of the mental preparation in the “Non-Runner’s Marathon
Trainer” was to make a mental movie of yourself finishing the marathon. Picture
how it will look, who will be there, what it will feel like. When a run gets
tough, I was supposed to play my mental movie to help get me through it. My
problem was that my mental movie had changed several times throughout my
training. At first my parents were supposed to be there with the kids, but then
it was unknown if they would be there for so long, and then it was a little up
in the air about what would happen. Finally it was settled on my sister coming
out, but she wasn’t going to be hanging around the race sight for who knows how
many hours while tending five kids age 8 and under. At lap 10, Amy said something
about “If you have parents that are still living, call them right now and ask
them about the day you were born.” That got me thinking about my Mom, and
having already run 10 miles, my emotions were getting close to the surface, and
I thought about a lot of things that I wasn’t ready to think about yet. I
finally decided my mental movie ending to my marathon: I was going to finish,
then collapse in the grass and call my Mom. Once I decided it, it was easier to
get a handle on my emotions and keep moving.</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">I finished lap 13 with a big cheer
of “Halfway!!” I was still feeling really good at that point. I was hydrating
well, I switched up my fuel and was getting more protein and glucose, and I’d
passed by Alan I don’t know how many times and gotten a high five or a kiss
from him. I think I hit halfway around the 3:30 mark, which was a pretty good
pace for me and about what I expected. I sent a fairly garbled message to my
sister, and luckily she could understand it and started sending me pictures of
my babies to keep me going for the second half. And then it got hot…</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">I think the high of the day was 93
degrees. The course was fairly well shaded, but there were some hot open
stretches of trail that got difficult to cross, and with every hour the sun got
higher and chased away what shade I had. Around mile 16 I had to take a break and
use my stick to roll out my calves and thighs. My mouth started feeling funny,
so I switched to ice water in my hydration vest instead of my Bai drinks, and
focused on getting electrolytes and salt every time I passed the aid station. I
felt myself slowing down with every loop, but I knew I had to just keep putting
one foot in front of the other. A lot of runners had already finished by that
point, and the parking lot kept getting emptier as they left. I had one sock
that had started slipping down. I pulled it up once, and then had Alan pull it
up another time, and I knew I saw blood but had to just not think about it and
keep moving. I had some wicked chaffing going on right below my bra with all
the extra sweat and salt from the heat, but again, I had to put it out of my
mind and keep going. I just kept telling myself the only way to make it better
was just to finish.</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">The race staff did a good job of
trying to keep everyone cool. They had a couple of dunk buckets full of ice
water with towels to cool off with. I used them for several laps, squeezing the
water out on my neck and down my shirt until it made the chaffing too
unbearable. They set up a table with water half way around the course with more
ice, and I saw several people running with bags of ice on their necks or in
their hands. One time I stopped and asked them to put a couple of ice cubes
down the back of my shirt.</span></div>
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lap, and he was at the bag drop watching me finish my last handful of laps. I
was so sweaty and crusted with salt at that point, but I just kept drinking and
drinking as much as I could. The aid station had a sign that said “Drink so you
Pee!!”, and that’s what I tried to do. It got to where I had to make a pit stop
every two laps to fill up my squeeze pouches and empty my bladder. Every time I
had to stop at the porta potty and try to get my pants back up over my swollen,
sweaty body I thought about male runners and how much easier they have it.</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Amy finished reading her book
around mile 22, and I was left to finish my last few loops with nothing but my
own thoughts. The aid station helpers kept asking what they could get for me,
or what I needed, and most of the time I just answered “more rubber bands”. I
spent the last few laps thinking about the people I love. I spent a lap
thinking about each of the kids, what they were like as babies, how they looked
and smelled, and who they have turned into since. I spent a lap thinking about
Alan and all of the various ins and outs of our marriage. I spent lap 25
thinking about my Dad, how my relationship with him was going to change, how
his life would be different, and what that meant for me and my family. Finally,
lap 26, the last lap, I saved for Mom.</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">I was exhausted, chaffed raw,
layered with grime and salt, and hurting everywhere. I finally let myself think
about all of the things I had been pushing down. I thought about what life was
going be like when she was gone. I thought about my kids growing up without
her, and how I was going to keep her memory alive in our home. I let myself feel
all of the deep aches and pains of the whole situation that I had been trying
not to feel for so long. The course was deserted at that point, it was just me,
the trail, and my Mother.</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Alan met me at the last turn and
hobbled to the finish with me. He told me “alright, big sprint to the end!” and
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me sprinting!!” I made it to the table and they recorded my time and presented
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down and called my Mom. She answered on the first ring, and I don’t remember
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Mom: “You are so crazy!! I’m so
proud of you!! I don’t know why you had to do this, but I’m so proud that you
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">There was a lot more crying and
laughing and everything in between. I was sad that she wasn’t there waiting for
me to see me finish, but I was so happy that she was still </span><b style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><i>there</i></b><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">, and that I could
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">The last of the race crew packed up
and drove away to the next race site in Minnesota. There were a few calls of “see
you tomorrow!” that I just laughed at. Alan and I finally gathered ourselves and
our things and started the two hour drive home. I ended up with some massive
chaffing on my torso, about 5 or so blisters in various spots on my left foot,
and only one or two on my right. I managed to keep all of my toenails, which I'll admit I was more than a little worried about. The shower I took that evening hurt almost as bad as running the
marathon. It took a few days for the soreness and stiffness of my muscles to
ease. It took a week until I could stop wearing bandages with rash cream on my chaffing.
As of ten days out, I still have yet to try to run, but I am starting to get
antsy to get back out there.</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Will I run a marathon again? It’s
hard to say. I am currently signed up to run a half marathon in Utah at the end
of July (a half seems so short and easy now!), and a 5k Warrior Dash in August.
Setting aside so much training time for a full was the hardest part, especially
with my busy household of 4 young kids. But I feel like running has finally
become a part of my life. When the timing is right (and maybe the kids are a
little older and more self-sufficient), I could possibly see myself trying this
all again.</span></div>
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Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009344436155463461noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478647243052262221.post-21942429110296606072015-10-25T16:27:00.002-05:002015-10-25T16:27:42.264-05:00Hannah's Birth<div class="MsoNormal">
I tend to be in pre-labor for a very long time. By the
beginning of September I was have at least a couple of contractions every day.
Never enough to be consistent, just enough to remind me that I was so close to
being done, but not quite there. My mantra was always “not until the 23<sup>rd</sup>”
since that was when my mom was coming into town. I always had backup plans
running though my head, but I always told myself “not until the 23<sup>rd</sup>.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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It was
a very long, long month, but finally September 23<sup>rd</sup> came. It was a
pretty typical Wednesday, and I was pretty busy getting last minute things
ready for my mom to come. I got the girls off to school, went to the store with
Clark, picked up an air mattress, and did lots and lots of laundry. I was busy
and moving (and exhausted) most of the day, but I did start having more regular
contractions. Nothing too big, but definitely something every 20 – 30 minutes.
I picked up Elsie early from school so we could drive all the way to the
airport to get my mom. I had a few contractions while driving, but nothing too
big. Mostly they were just very annoying. We finally got her and made it back
home.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Once at
home, I was done. I was very tired and very sore from everything happening all
day. I put some dinner in the oven and zoned out on the couch while my mom was
swarmed with kids. The girls kept asking me if I was going to the hospital yet
since Grandma was here. Alan came home, we had dinner, and put the kids to bed.
I went over our regular schedule with my mom, made sure she knew where everything
was and how it all worked, wrote a list of all the things I still needed to add
to our hospital bag, and finally went to bed. I lamented to Alan that I was so
sore and hurting, but I was still pregnant and didn’t know when it would end.
He reminded me that since my mom was here, all I had to do was sit and watch
Netflix and crochet or do whatever I wanted until the baby came.<o:p></o:p></div>
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2am I
woke up. I went to the bathroom and had an energy bar that I kept next to my
bed for when I woke up in the middle of the night hungry. I laid back down to
get to sleep when the contractions start to hit. Right from the start, they
were INTENSE. I got my timer going on my phone and timed them for a little
while. Laying down wasn’t working anymore and I sat on the edge of the bed.
With all of my other spontaneous labors, my water broke before we went to the
hospital. I kept waiting for it to break, even willing for it to pop so I could
be 100% sure that it was time to go. It never did, and by 3am with contractions
every 2 -3 minutes I couldn’t take it anymore. I woke Alan up and told him we
needed to go. His first response was “well, has your water broken yet?” He
mumbled something about how he knew how much I wanted this to be done with and
he didn’t want me to have to be sent home. I firmly told him I didn’t care and
that we needed to go NOW. He finally got up and we scrambled around gathering
up last minute things. I woke up my mom and told her we were leaving and we’d
let her know what was going on.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The
drive over was awful and the contractions were hard. At least there was almost
no one else on the road that early in the morning. By 4am we made it to the
hospital and started the long walk to the labor and delivery floor. We first
ran into a security guard who looked at me very nervously as he walked with us,
but then came across a nurse going back the same way who took us the rest of
the way. I stubbornly refused to ride in a wheelchair. I guess I was still
worried about being sent home, and thought walking would help things move
along. Looking back, it was pretty dumb to say no, and the walk was really
difficult and slow. I would have to stop every 20 feet or so for a contraction,
lean against the wall and beg for Alan to push on my back. He was struggling
carrying all of our bags and pillows, and I think a few times had to balance
everything and use his elbows for counter pressure on my back. Finally we made
it to the floor and to the front desk. After trying to answer questions and
signing in, we got into a triage room.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Somehow
I got undressed and into the hospital gown. The nurse kept pestering me with
lots of questions trying to figure out if my water had broken or not. I
mentioned something about there definitely being more activity down there
happening, but I wasn’t sure if my water was leaking or not. She kept bugging
me about times and such while I was clenching and holding on during
contractions, and I wanted to yell at her “just do the dang test already and
get your answer!!” She finally did the Amnisure test, which came back negative
for my water breaking. Once the test was done she could check my dilation; I
was at a 6 and the water bag was bulging. She immediately worked on getting me
admitted and starting an IV. I was Group B Strep positive with all of my pregnancies,
and she was worried that I might not have time to get the full dose before the
baby was born. They offered me a robe and a wheelchair to get to the Labor and
Delivery room, the latter of which I again stubbornly refused. The walk down
the hall was short, but difficult with contractions.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We get
to the room around 5am, Alan finally unloaded all of our stuff, and I used the
bathroom one last time. I crawled in bed, laid on my side, gripped on to the
guardrails, and just waited for the contractions to come. I had already told
them about not wanting an epidural or pain relief. The nurse said something
about trying different positions if I wanted to, but I grunted something about
just wanting to lay still. At some point I realized clenching up during each contraction
was counterproductive, so I did my best to “relax” into each contraction. Turns
out my “relaxing” into the contractions meant closing my eyes and moaning
deeply through each one. I still desperately needed Alan to press on my back
during each wave. I vaguely remember thinking it must be uncomfortable for him
to reach me having to lean over the bed like he was, but then the next
contraction came and I didn’t care anymore how he was feeling.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Technically
I had an OB team of three doctors (one attending and two residents), but I
really only saw my doctor throughout the pregnancy. I think I saw the other two
once or twice, just enough to know who they were. Turned out one of the
residents was at the hospital on call, so he came in to see me. They called my
regular doctor too, and since she is a Family Doctor and I was probably one of
her only pregnant patients, she got up and came to the hospital at 5am. She
looked tired, and I think I apologized for waking her up, but then had another
contraction and stopped caring. She told me I was doing great all on my own. I
think I said something about it being too late for any pain medication now, and
she started to say something to the contrary, but I grunted or groaned, and she
shut up about it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I could
feel baby moving down with each contraction. I felt sick, asked for a bag, and
threw up during one of the contractions. That has got to be one of the worst
things ever… After that I said something about it shouldn’t be too much longer
since throwing up means it’s close to the end. At one point they tried to get
the second robe off of me, and I wasn’t too happy about that since it meant I
had to move. They talked about breaking my water, but needed to be ready
because baby would be born soon after that. The nurse called for a delivery
team and people started coming into the room. The resident would be catching,
with his attending next to him. My doctor was on one side, with the nurse on
the other. Alan stood somewhat helplessly near my head and just sort of held on
to me. Several more contractions, baby moved lower and lower, and I said I
needed to push. The resident broke my water, and they tried to move me into
position (which I was not happy about). My doctor and nurse held my legs and
tried to get me to grab them too, but I didn’t want to. I held onto Alan’s
hand, and someone else’s hand (another nurse?) on the other side instead.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I
started pushing, and my deep moans turned into She-Hulk calls. My doctor and
nurse kept shaking my legs telling me to relax them and push down. Breathing
was difficult during contractions, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe while
they were happening. I just remember them saying “take a breath, relax your
legs, curl around your baby”. At one point during the pushing I remember yelling
“why aren’t you out yet??” Finally, with one last effort, she came shooting out
at 5:45am. Alan described it later as “well, it kind of looked like you
exploded a little…” I pushed for maybe 5 minutes, but it felt like a lot
longer. They told me to open my eyes, pulled baby up, rubbed her a little, and
put her on me. I think one of the first things I said was “She has hair!!” I
was more worried than I want to admit that she would be a bald baby. My doctor
asked me her name. I looked at Alan, and told everyone that this is Hannah.
Alan cut the cord, and we just looked at her for a little bit.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Since
she came out so fast and didn’t spend a lot of time being squeezed by the birth
canal, they wanted to take her and rub her down good and get her squawking and
breathing deep. I told them they could go ahead and weigh and measure and get a
diaper on her. Alan went over to be with Hannah and my doctor while the
resident and attending worked on me. The placenta was still coming out and they
were giving me shots of Pitocin to help everything contract. He asked me to
push a little, and I think I told him to “give me a break, I just pushed out a
baby”. I had a little bit of a tear that needed to be repaired, but I told him
to wait until I was holding Hannah before working on it. With 9lbs 5oz, 22in of
baby laying back on me, I finally let them finish up.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After
everything was done, the crowd started leaving the room. Hannah settled in on
me and started nursing like a champ. The nurse staff changed and a new one came
in to help clean everything up. Alan finally got a chance to hold Hannah, and I
felt a huge rush of emotions fall out of me. I looked at him holding her and
choked out “it’s finally over. This whole pregnancy is finally over. “<o:p></o:p></div>
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This
year had been one of the hardest of my life. Antepartum Depression came out of
nowhere, and was nothing like I had ever experienced before. I feel like I
should have recognized the symptoms earlier – I suddenly stopped doing
everything I used to enjoy. I stopped running, I stopped blogging, I stopped
crocheting, I stopped sewing, and I even stopped reading books. I was more
exhausted than I had ever been. I was angry all the time. The kids were
completely overwhelming. It wasn’t until I was over halfway through and
struggling every day just to do the basic things that I realized that it was
not normal to feel this way and finally talked to my doctor.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I
started getting help. I saw a therapist. I opened up to some close friends.
Alan drove us across the country to my parents’ house so the kids and I could
stay with them for a month during the summer to take some pressure off of me. I
cut out foods that were acting as triggers. I tried to get enough sunlight and
sleep. I did everything I could do just to survive; just to hang on until
delivery and hope that it would all get better.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In that
one moment when I looked at Alan holding Hannah—that little baby that I had
struggled for so long to get here—an overwhelming sense of relief coursed through
me. Suddenly, I felt lighter. Like I had just taken a deep breath after being
underwater for so long. I have tried to hold on to that feeling, and it has
only increased the further away from delivery I get.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It was
for that one moment, that one breath, that I knew I needed to have a natural
delivery again. I needed to feel everything, to conquer this pregnancy, to see
it through all the way to the end. I needed to have that raw, real experience
to be able to rise above it. I look at Hannah every day and I know she was
meant for our family. I don’t know why it was so hard to get her here and I am relieved that her pregnancy is over, but I am so glad that Hannah is in our
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<br />Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009344436155463461noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478647243052262221.post-26979406183300710752015-01-02T09:53:00.000-06:002015-01-02T10:16:54.562-06:00Frozen Family<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Another one of my huge projects of 2014 was making the Frozen Family for Halloween. When Elsie saw the movie for the first time in December of 2013, she assigned everyone characters for Halloween, and I heard about it at least once a week for the next nine months. It was my first time really doing clothing construction, and there was quite the learning curve. I bought and followed a pattern for Elsa and Anna, and just kind of made up Sven, Kristoff, and Olaf as I went. My <a href="http://www.beckyjenson.com/" target="_blank">awesome sister</a> came to town at the beginning of October and did a little photo shoot of us. I used the images for my Christmas cards this year, so I've been holding off on posting them. Now that we are past that, here are some of my favorites.</div>
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<br />Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009344436155463461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478647243052262221.post-65536442930538719502015-01-01T14:42:00.000-06:002015-01-01T14:42:50.067-06:00Elsie's Quilt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I started cutting out the pieces sometime in February after I finished <a href="http://sarahnalan.blogspot.com/2014/02/alices-quilt.html" target="_blank">Alice's quilt</a>. I slowly started sewing the blocks together whenever I had a spare minute to work on it. It took me a good while to get them all done.</div>
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Then the quilt took a break for a while. It was summer, and somehow it is harder to work on quilts in the warm weather. My twenty finished blocks sat on a shelf taunting me for a long time...<br />
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When fall came, it was becoming more urgent that Elsie have a bigger blanket. She still had a little toddler quilt that her grandma had made on her bed, and she was rapidly growing too big for it. I was getting constant reminders from Elsie and Alan that it needed to be finished. Finally, I pulled out the squares, figured out the measurements, picked out more fabric, and got to work finishing up the top.<br />
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I knew if I tried to quilt it on my little machine it would take way longer than I wanted to spend on it. I had given myself a deadline of the end of the year, and I really wanted to get it done. I took it to my local quilt shop and rented their long arm to finish it. It took me just over three hours to quilt it, and I don't know if I can ever go back to doing it on my little machine again.<br />
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I spent about two days curled up on the couch stitching the binding on it, and then it was finally done!<br />
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I did the "Inside Hearts" pattern for the quilting, and I really liked how it turned out. Elsie was thrilled with all of the little hearts all over her quilt.</div>
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I finished it with two days to spare before my deadline! I'm just really glad it is finally done and that Elsie can sleep with it.<br />
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<br />Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009344436155463461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478647243052262221.post-60437572618586240142014-12-22T12:36:00.000-06:002014-12-22T12:36:44.892-06:00Christmas ornaments 2014<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Each year we pick out a new ornament for the tree; one for each of the kids, and one for Alan and I. Here are this years picks:</div>
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Elsie scoured the shelves for every single princess. She carefully weighed how pretty the dresses were before settling on Sophia the First. She also tried to plan out what ornament she would get for future years so she could have all of the princess on the tree.</div>
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Alice did one lap around the ornaments. She saw Yoda, grabbed him, gave him a big kiss and proclaimed "I love Yoga so much!!"</div>
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I just found all of the soft squishy ornaments, held them up to Clark, and this is what he chose.<br />
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Five little stockings hanging by a cozy fire seemed to represent our year of being huddled inside from the polar vortex of last winter.</div>
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Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009344436155463461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478647243052262221.post-77457978308223156482014-11-26T15:11:00.001-06:002014-11-26T15:11:50.491-06:00Twelve Months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm a little late in posting this, but the pictures were taken on time! Clark is on the go full time and getting into everything. Most of my kitchen cupboards are tied shut with bungy cords, and the ones that aren't are constantly being emptied. Clark likes to organize and put stuff away, so it is always fun to try and find the things I need. My tupperware drawer is full of cars, the fruit snack box is full of tupperware, the play kitchen is full of (clean) diapers... Don't ask me where my can openers are, because those are his favorite to carry around and put somewhere. Even though he is busy most of the time, he is still a Mama's Boy and always comes back to me for a quick snuggle before moving on to something else. He loves to follow around after his sisters and knock over whatever game they are trying to play. Even though he annoys them to pieces, his sisters still can't get enough of him and are always laughing at whatever he is trying to do.<br />
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We love our Clark and are so glad he's been in our family for the last year!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009344436155463461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478647243052262221.post-9764922572929840542014-10-14T10:03:00.001-05:002014-10-14T10:31:26.137-05:0011 Months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A few days late in posting this, but better late than never. Clark finally got one tooth, and has one more on the way. With his new tooth, he is suddenly very interested in all the food and is finally eating more than just a little taste at meal time. He is getting very brave at trying to walk and will walk short distances between handholds. He is starting to mimic our behaviors - trying to dip french fries before eating them, putting clothes in the laundry basket (and then pulling them back out), trying to brush his hair (and his sisters). He is turning from little baby to little boy right before my eyes!</div>
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<br />Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009344436155463461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478647243052262221.post-91012691230006907812014-10-04T10:00:00.000-05:002014-10-04T10:00:00.817-05:00"Everything Is Awesome" Ward Family Dance<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Our ward hosted a family dance the other night. Lots of music, lots of dancing, and lots fun was had by all. Clark was mesmerized by all of the colorful lights. Elsie loved running around the gym chasing the other kids. Alice, as seen in the videos below, is a dancing fiend.</div>
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<br />Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009344436155463461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478647243052262221.post-50096495553162669852014-10-03T10:00:00.000-05:002014-10-03T10:00:01.433-05:00Alice the story teller<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Alice has always been a good story teller. Lately I've been recording her stories so I can type them up and save them. Alan managed to capture this little gem while I was out with Elsie. Somehow just the transcript doesn't do it justice.</div>
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"The elephant... and a kid one and a Daddy one and Mommy one. And a baby one. Everyone in the Jungle. Beware in the Jungle! And now you aren't! But there where these things! A happy face! But someone was walking to the jungle! But they juggled three balls! But somebody was looking at them. A happy face, a happy face, a sad face, happy face, a sad face. They were learning that very well like in class."Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009344436155463461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478647243052262221.post-64031195379207140522014-10-02T10:00:00.000-05:002014-10-02T10:14:30.334-05:00Milwaukee Labor Day Weekend: The Domes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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There just so happened to be a dinosaur display going on in the Jungle Dome. They were a little scary at first, but the kids soon warmed up to them.<br />
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Alice meeting an Allosaurus.<br />
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The last dome was the Garden Dome. It had all sorts of flowers growing.</div>
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Before we headed home, we stopped at Kopps frozen custard. I got a strawberry milkshake. Clark got his hand in someones ice cream, and as I was getting napkins, my cup slid off and dumped all over the floor. As I saw 3/4 of my shake spread all over the floor (that I paid a lot for and they didn't give me a new one (and was really good!!)), I started crying. The culmination of knowing that this was our last stop before our weekend was over and the next day Elsie was starting Kindergarten and was suddenly going to be away from home more than she has ever been... It was just too much. I tried to get it together as I sadly finished the rest of my milkshake and everyone else enjoyed their treats.</div>
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We spent an enormous amount of time swimming in the hotel pool. Elsie was fresh off her summer swimming lessons and eager to show off her new skills. I didn't get any pictures of her without her floaty, but she spent plenty of time swimming with Alan without it. We were in the pool at least twice a day for anywhere between one to three hours at a time. We even offered to take them back to the beach one evening when it wasn't raining, and they both decided they would rather go swimming.</div>
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We drove an hour(ish) north to Sheboygan to visit the <a href="http://www.bookwormgardens.org/" target="_blank">Bookworm Gardens</a>. It was worth the drive.</div>
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The gardens were divided into several different sections. Around each section was a book cupboard with copies of the books that inspired that section. It was awesome. Lots of books were read and lots of fun was had exploring.</div>
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The water was cold and Clark hated it. We didn't do anything besides dip our toes and buckets into it.<br />
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Alice loved the chance to dig and dig and roll around in the sand no one to tell her not to get so dirty.<br />
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Elsie loved all of the wide open space to just run and run.<br />
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Notice the dark cloud? It was supposed to be a rainy weekend in Milwaukee, but we were blessed with one great morning at the beach. Ten minutes after we packed up and left it starting pouring.<br />
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<br />Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009344436155463461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478647243052262221.post-32281443491375743602014-09-12T12:26:00.000-05:002014-09-12T12:26:01.157-05:00Ten Months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.<br />
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Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009344436155463461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478647243052262221.post-65714376079874945662014-07-12T20:06:00.000-05:002014-07-12T20:06:41.001-05:00Eight Months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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.</div>
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What's the point of having such handsome guys if I can't make them be matchy every once in a while? :)</div>
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Men's tie pattern <a href="http://www.purlbee.com/the-purl-bee/2009/5/21/mollys-sketchbook-fathers-day-tie.html" target="_blank">here</a>, toddler's pattern <a href="http://imsharingthewealth.blogspot.com.au/2011/09/little-boy-tie-tutorial.html" target="_blank">here</a>. Super easy, super cute.<br />
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Elsie made Alan a card as well. :)<br />
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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.<br />
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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. :)<br />
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School is out! See how Elsie has grown over the past year?<br />
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Elsie had such a good year at school. She loved her teachers, had fun riding the bus, and liked getting out of the house almost every day. She will miss her friends during summer, and is very much looking forward to full day kindergarten in the fall!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009344436155463461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478647243052262221.post-82376183319090605382014-06-10T13:46:00.001-05:002014-06-10T13:53:42.374-05:00Seven months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Little Mr. Blue Eyes. Clark has gone through a major Mommy phase where the only thing he wants is me every second of every day and every night. Hauling around a 20 pound little guy all the time has certainly strengthened my arms and almost eaten away the last of my sanity. I think we might finally be turning a corner with his clingy-ness, and it is probably just in time. He is a champion sitter now and will let me put him down in a pile of toys to play every now and then. He is very close to crawling; he can pivot around and scoot backwards, but is still working on forward motion. He will get up onto his knees and rock before diving nose first into the floor. Any day now I'm expecting him to take off. He is enjoying food more, especially anything he can hold himself. Clark certainly keeps life interesting!<br />
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Poor Alan. Every time he gets a day off of work, he never gets to just bum around the house and relax like he would like to because I always have big plans for what we should do. This time it was taking the kids to <a href="http://www.littleamerricka.com/" target="_blank">Little Amerricka</a> and spending all day outside riding rides. It is not a very big park, but it was perfect for our age range.</div>
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Since it was a holiday, I was expecting big crowds. I gave the girls a refresher course in safety and we role played what they should do if they got lost. This always backfires on me because then they get so excited to run off and get lost so they can do what they practiced. In the picture they are holding out my business card that they carried around in their pockets.</div>
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Lucky for us, it was one of those perfect days. The chatty ride operators commented on how busy they were the last two days, but that things were fairly slow that day. We had free reign of the rides and virtually no waiting in lines. We went on every ride we could multiple times and the kids could roam whenever the fancy hit them.</div>
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Clark was content to just hang out in the stroller. He liked to watch everything that was happening and chew on water bottles and toys.<br />
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Clark was allowed to go on one ride with us. They had a little train that went on a two mile loop around the park and the surrounding area. There was some sort of animal sanctuary that had ducks, geese, llamas, a horse, an emu, and even two zebras.</div>
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We had a brief 20 minute down pour. The girls danced in the rain until it got too heavy. We hid under a cover until it passed. It was a nice break and it cooled us down a little.</div>
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The rain passed, and it was like it never happened. We hit up the bumper boats where Elsie loved squirting everyone and Alice hated being squirted.<br />
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We spent five hours (from open to close) at the park. It was hot, it was sweaty, and it was a blast.</div>
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It's <a href="http://bratfest.com/" target="_blank">Brat Fest </a>time! This was the first year they featured a 1K kids fun run, including obstacles, mud, and "ketchup & mustard". We signed both of the girls up and they were pumped.</div>
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This is the only picture we have of Elsie running the course because she cruised through the 5 year old heat so fast! You can see her running with Alan to the finish line.<br />
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She probably climbed through each tire twice,<br />
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Alan and Elsie came back to help Alice finish. Here Alice is getting sprayed with the "mustard".<br />
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Our two victors.<br />
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It was a lot for Clark to take in. If you noticed, we were all wearing BYU shirts. We didn't have a shirt Clark's size, so he is actually wearing a Penn State shirt. We figured they were all cougars anyway.<br />
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We got cleaned up and celebrated with brats, corn on the cob, and ice cream. The girls are eating ketchup and mustard (colored) cookie dough ice cream. It looks pretty gross, but they loved it.<br />
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