February 14, 2008
Happy Valentine's Day!
For the past few weeks I have dreaded taking Jane into a grocery store. As soon as she would see a Valentine's display she would cry and cry because she wanted a stuffed animal SO BADLY! Between her tears I would hear "roar," "woof-woof" or whatever the animal happened to be. I told Matt about it so today he came home with a special surprise. We wanted to get some nice pictures (Jane and the dog just happened to be in the exact same colors) but as soon as she saw the dog she wouldn't stop running around with it and wrestling it. SHE LOVES IT!
February 13, 2008
Revival of Digital
I couldn't wait any longer! Matt still hasn't taken the film to be developed so I dusted off our digital camera and took a couple shots of Jane. Check out how curly Jane's hair can get!
Why did I give Jane a whole box of cereal and hope for the best? I can't remember but it's probably the same reason that Jane only has socks and a diaper on.
Life with Jane is wonderful as usual. She likes to give high fives, and "pounds" (you know, when two people tap their fists together). If she gives mommy a pound she walks with her arm outstretched, hand in a fist around the house until she finds daddy to give him a pound. It's always bad when daddy is nowhere to be found. The other day I saw her looking at her baby doll's hands. One hard plastic hand is shaped into a fist, the other is an open hand. Jane took the cue and gave the baby a pound on one hand and a high five on the other.
I recently taught Jane to sign and say the word help. She quickly found out how useful that can be so I hear it about 30 times a day. Yesterday she came in and said "help". I asked her what she wanted help with and she had me follow her to her room, pointed up at the light (which was turned off) and said, "light." I think light is her first word that I haven't deliberately taught her. Hooray for Jane!
THIS JUST IN! As I was typing this blog post I began to realize it was a little too quiet in the house. Here's what I found.
Why did I give Jane a whole box of cereal and hope for the best? I can't remember but it's probably the same reason that Jane only has socks and a diaper on.
Life with Jane is wonderful as usual. She likes to give high fives, and "pounds" (you know, when two people tap their fists together). If she gives mommy a pound she walks with her arm outstretched, hand in a fist around the house until she finds daddy to give him a pound. It's always bad when daddy is nowhere to be found. The other day I saw her looking at her baby doll's hands. One hard plastic hand is shaped into a fist, the other is an open hand. Jane took the cue and gave the baby a pound on one hand and a high five on the other.
I recently taught Jane to sign and say the word help. She quickly found out how useful that can be so I hear it about 30 times a day. Yesterday she came in and said "help". I asked her what she wanted help with and she had me follow her to her room, pointed up at the light (which was turned off) and said, "light." I think light is her first word that I haven't deliberately taught her. Hooray for Jane!
THIS JUST IN! As I was typing this blog post I began to realize it was a little too quiet in the house. Here's what I found.
February 2, 2008
Running
I'd like to announce my decision to run the Salt Lake City Marathon. I decided that quite awhile ago actually, but hadn't really told anybody, you know, just in case I chickened out. The Marathon isn't until April 19. I was originally going to enter the half-marathon but I was so ahead of schedule that I decided to just go for the full distance. Then I saw this movie trailer and realized it was definitely something I wanted to do. (it's 6 minutes long just to warn you).
I don't run for fitness, for health, or to be able to eat a cupcake when I want to, although I truly appreciate all of those benefits. I run because I absolutely love it. I love the motion of running. I love going outside and using just my body to get somewhere. I love seeing my breathe exhale because of how cold it is in Utah. I love being by myself. I love those first few steps before I settle into my pace. The "long" run is my favorite. Hours to enjoy the thing I love at a fun and comfortable pace. I love it!
Over four years ago I ran my first (and only) half-marathon in Provo. It was tons of fun. By the time we were in Miami I wasn't doing much of any running. I felt it was too hot. We got a really cheap rickety treadmill that I would run on at times but I'm totally not in love with running on a treadmill. Then I got pregnant, then I nursed. Which brings me to last July when my dear friend Monique convinced me to pick up running again. I was so nervous. I thought I would never be able to run well again. But at the end of July I gave it a shot. And running just one really slow mile just about did me in. But the amazing thing about running is that you can see improvements so quickly. In no time I was able to ENJOY running 3-4 miles. And today I was able to enjoy a really fun 17-mile run.
My parents were kind enough to get me a Garmin footpod for Christmas which is a little device I wear on my shoes that sends information to a watch. The watch tells me how far I've run, my pace, and things like that. I love it! I don't have to plan my running routes anymore so I just head out the door and go. It's a wonder I even make it back home considering how horrible my sense of direction is. So I headed out the door today with my footpod and my hydration belt (a belt that holds little water bottles around my waist). I usually end up seeing about 20 horses because there's something about horses and Lehi, UT. Today it was so chilly that when I went to drink from one of my water bottles at mile 10 the cap had frozen shut. I got it opened and there were lots of yummy ice chips in it. I usually end up on weird roads that seem to have been the "big" roads in the past but aren't used much anymore. I was running on the shoulder of one of those roads when all of a sudden I heard a car's tire crunching on the gravel right beside me. There were two guys in the car. The passenger was a dirty looking old man (50ish?) with yellowed teeth and a yellowed mustache and a black and red leather jacket on. His window was down. It was literally the most terrifying 3 seconds of my life. I thought I was a goner. They looked at me for a couple seconds, saw how frightened I was, laughed, and sped off. The worst part of the whole story is what I did. There was no fight or flight. I just froze. I stood there! Close enough to his open window that he could have grabbed me! I am so disappointed in myself. I thought I'd seen enough TV to know what to do if confronted by a bad man! And don't worry, I've already received 2 lectures on how I should've handled it. So, thankfully they were just old men laughing at a scared girl.
What was I talking about? Oh yeah, running. Well, in conclusion, I am so grateful to be able to run!
I don't run for fitness, for health, or to be able to eat a cupcake when I want to, although I truly appreciate all of those benefits. I run because I absolutely love it. I love the motion of running. I love going outside and using just my body to get somewhere. I love seeing my breathe exhale because of how cold it is in Utah. I love being by myself. I love those first few steps before I settle into my pace. The "long" run is my favorite. Hours to enjoy the thing I love at a fun and comfortable pace. I love it!
Over four years ago I ran my first (and only) half-marathon in Provo. It was tons of fun. By the time we were in Miami I wasn't doing much of any running. I felt it was too hot. We got a really cheap rickety treadmill that I would run on at times but I'm totally not in love with running on a treadmill. Then I got pregnant, then I nursed. Which brings me to last July when my dear friend Monique convinced me to pick up running again. I was so nervous. I thought I would never be able to run well again. But at the end of July I gave it a shot. And running just one really slow mile just about did me in. But the amazing thing about running is that you can see improvements so quickly. In no time I was able to ENJOY running 3-4 miles. And today I was able to enjoy a really fun 17-mile run.
My parents were kind enough to get me a Garmin footpod for Christmas which is a little device I wear on my shoes that sends information to a watch. The watch tells me how far I've run, my pace, and things like that. I love it! I don't have to plan my running routes anymore so I just head out the door and go. It's a wonder I even make it back home considering how horrible my sense of direction is. So I headed out the door today with my footpod and my hydration belt (a belt that holds little water bottles around my waist). I usually end up seeing about 20 horses because there's something about horses and Lehi, UT. Today it was so chilly that when I went to drink from one of my water bottles at mile 10 the cap had frozen shut. I got it opened and there were lots of yummy ice chips in it. I usually end up on weird roads that seem to have been the "big" roads in the past but aren't used much anymore. I was running on the shoulder of one of those roads when all of a sudden I heard a car's tire crunching on the gravel right beside me. There were two guys in the car. The passenger was a dirty looking old man (50ish?) with yellowed teeth and a yellowed mustache and a black and red leather jacket on. His window was down. It was literally the most terrifying 3 seconds of my life. I thought I was a goner. They looked at me for a couple seconds, saw how frightened I was, laughed, and sped off. The worst part of the whole story is what I did. There was no fight or flight. I just froze. I stood there! Close enough to his open window that he could have grabbed me! I am so disappointed in myself. I thought I'd seen enough TV to know what to do if confronted by a bad man! And don't worry, I've already received 2 lectures on how I should've handled it. So, thankfully they were just old men laughing at a scared girl.
What was I talking about? Oh yeah, running. Well, in conclusion, I am so grateful to be able to run!
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