* Wiyah didn't go to track practice today and was home (for the first time in a loooong time) around the time X gets home from school. He walked up to her and insisted on a big, giant bear hug which Wiyah ended by tickling him and then screaming "Truce!" as she ran away.
* When I sighed and said, "I've got to go pick up kids now" Wiyah offered to go get them and X offered to go with her.
* Picking up Wiyah from school and JJ moved to the back seat so she could sit in the front.
Me: You don't have to move to the back. Wiyah can sit there.
JJ: She'd probably be squished back here.
Me: But you and she are the same height.
JJ: Her legs are longer. She'll be more comfortable up front.
* Right now, Wiyah is at a state track meet competing in the 400 leg of the Medley and the long jump. She has achieved all of this while running on stress fractures in both legs all season.
* JJ and X wrote me letters for mother's day while they were at a priesthood camp the week or two before Mother's day. I would love to put the entire contents of the letters on my blog but I'm pretty sure JJ would not like that at all. They were absolutely lovely letters, though.
* Mother's Day card from Mack:
My Mom
she always says the temperature.
She would tell you I'm awsome.
She helps me get ready.
She and I like to go on trips.
I can't stand it when I get exited.
My mom loves it when I do my chores.
*Mother's Day card from Kelvinator:
You are the best mom because you always help me with homework I don't understand! You cover dinner whenever I can't make it! And to top it all off you always want to make the best out of everything.
* From Baboo in her last letter:
"...Thanks for giving me the best 7 younger siblings in the whole world!"
17 May 2013
15 May 2013
Overheard
Winkleberry: Mom, there's something that is creeping moi out.
(It was a photo of Obama on the computer, but that wasn't the point!)
(It was a photo of Obama on the computer, but that wasn't the point!)
What I Write About
overheard,
Winkleberry
5k+
So after my second run on Monday, I wasn't sore at all. No soreness whatsoever. So for today's run I thought I'd see what I could do. If I PLANNED to run a 5k, could I do it? So I decided to run my regular 5k route up to the high school.
The first two blocks were good. Then I hit that wall for the next 1/4 mile where nothing seems possible. Then I hit the point where it eases up a bit. I ran to the 1.6 mile mark, no problem. A little further ahead was the San Franciscoan hill that I've never been able to run completely up. I make it about half way and then I've just got to walk until the ground evens out again. So I did that. The rest of the run was pretty tough. I just kept picking out smaller goals ahead and telling myself, "Just past that car is the last hill." Or "After that patch of shade is the straight-away to the end." And I did it. I even managed to pull off somewhat of a sprint for the last block or two.
But I was pretty beat. I walked back a couple of blocks and decided that I could run the next mile/mile and a half since it was all downhill anyway. That huge hill that I can barely walk up is pretty easy to run down, as it turns out, you know? On that hill, I tweaked my ankle and it felt like I was just a step or two from really twisting it. But I wanted to meet my goal of running as far back as I could. So I just adjusted my step. I was tired so my form was kind of lazy and soft. I started using more muscle and making sure I was landing strongly on my toes and keeping my heel up. This really protected my ankle. Still on that downhill I also took a step where I felt my back tweak a little bit. So I did the same thing. Adjusted my form, tightened my abs, pulled my arms back, tucked my hips under a little bit. No problem.
Anyway, I ended up stopping my run about 2 or 3 blocks from the farthest I have ever run on that particular route. So this run today was a little shy of 4.5 miles. Do you know what that means? That means that if I ever get to take jazzercise again, I could still run down there!
Anyway, I had to walk a mile and a half back home and it was brutal. I wanted to just sit down, but that wasn't going to get me anywhere. Literally. If someone had offered me a ride, i would have taken it. If I had had that kind of friend that I could call and say, "Can you come pick me up?" I would have. But I guess that's the benefit of running 3 miles away from home is that you have to also get 3 miles back. So it was just over 6 miles total. And I ran more than 4 miles of it.
I wouldn't say that I really enjoyed the run. It's not like it was fun. But I remember a quote from a young man who had just participated in a difficult service project and he said, "It wasn't really fun. But it was so satisfying it didn't need to be fun." So anyway, I'm feeling pretty good about myself today and wondering what I have ahead of me this running season and I'm pretty sure that I'll keep running and not be giving it up.
The first two blocks were good. Then I hit that wall for the next 1/4 mile where nothing seems possible. Then I hit the point where it eases up a bit. I ran to the 1.6 mile mark, no problem. A little further ahead was the San Franciscoan hill that I've never been able to run completely up. I make it about half way and then I've just got to walk until the ground evens out again. So I did that. The rest of the run was pretty tough. I just kept picking out smaller goals ahead and telling myself, "Just past that car is the last hill." Or "After that patch of shade is the straight-away to the end." And I did it. I even managed to pull off somewhat of a sprint for the last block or two.
But I was pretty beat. I walked back a couple of blocks and decided that I could run the next mile/mile and a half since it was all downhill anyway. That huge hill that I can barely walk up is pretty easy to run down, as it turns out, you know? On that hill, I tweaked my ankle and it felt like I was just a step or two from really twisting it. But I wanted to meet my goal of running as far back as I could. So I just adjusted my step. I was tired so my form was kind of lazy and soft. I started using more muscle and making sure I was landing strongly on my toes and keeping my heel up. This really protected my ankle. Still on that downhill I also took a step where I felt my back tweak a little bit. So I did the same thing. Adjusted my form, tightened my abs, pulled my arms back, tucked my hips under a little bit. No problem.
Anyway, I ended up stopping my run about 2 or 3 blocks from the farthest I have ever run on that particular route. So this run today was a little shy of 4.5 miles. Do you know what that means? That means that if I ever get to take jazzercise again, I could still run down there!
Anyway, I had to walk a mile and a half back home and it was brutal. I wanted to just sit down, but that wasn't going to get me anywhere. Literally. If someone had offered me a ride, i would have taken it. If I had had that kind of friend that I could call and say, "Can you come pick me up?" I would have. But I guess that's the benefit of running 3 miles away from home is that you have to also get 3 miles back. So it was just over 6 miles total. And I ran more than 4 miles of it.
I wouldn't say that I really enjoyed the run. It's not like it was fun. But I remember a quote from a young man who had just participated in a difficult service project and he said, "It wasn't really fun. But it was so satisfying it didn't need to be fun." So anyway, I'm feeling pretty good about myself today and wondering what I have ahead of me this running season and I'm pretty sure that I'll keep running and not be giving it up.
What I Write About
exercising
Three Weeks Out
Today is the three week anniversary of my oldest littling nestling flying away. I talked about how breathtakingly difficult the separation was and how I was really unprepared for the depth of the emotion that overtook me that week. I have also been surprised by how quickly it passed. I thought I would feel that way for much longer. But I don't. As I've talked to other moms, this isn't always the case, but it often is.
So most of the time, life just goes on and I don't notice much. Or I notice, but it isn't associated with emotions that stop me in my tracks. Still. There have been two times this week when I have been caught off guard with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes.
The first time was at church on Sunday. Baboo and Wiyah actually wore clothes interchangeably (which is very odd considering their differing body shapes and the 6 inch height difference). Apparently the shirt Wiyah was wearing at church is one that I associate more with Baboo, because out of the corner of my eye, for a split second I thought it WAS Baboo. And it was very difficult to realize suddenly that she wasn't there and wouldn't be there any time soon and I really missed her.
The second time was this morning as I was driving home from taking kids to school. Mack and Pink were singing to all the songs on the CD we were listening to. It was a CD that Baboo had made for our family on the last trip we took all together. So it was sweet to have the kids singing to these songs and I was smiling and thinking of how Baboo's life still touched and affected ours even though she was currently on the other side of the continent. But it was a happy feeling, not a missing feeling. Until the next song came on the CD which just happens to be the last song that she put on the slide show of her life. "Without You". And I watched that slide show endlessly in the few days after she left, over and over again. There's a point in the song where the photos on her slide show switch from her high school stuff to missionary prep and teh tempo of the music picks up and swells and then the very last photo is of her walking away, kind of turning back to the camera and the very last part of the song is a sigh. That is the sound of what I feel like when the missing her leaves me breathless.
Anyway, it's kind of a teary morning for me. I miss my girl.
So most of the time, life just goes on and I don't notice much. Or I notice, but it isn't associated with emotions that stop me in my tracks. Still. There have been two times this week when I have been caught off guard with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes.
The first time was at church on Sunday. Baboo and Wiyah actually wore clothes interchangeably (which is very odd considering their differing body shapes and the 6 inch height difference). Apparently the shirt Wiyah was wearing at church is one that I associate more with Baboo, because out of the corner of my eye, for a split second I thought it WAS Baboo. And it was very difficult to realize suddenly that she wasn't there and wouldn't be there any time soon and I really missed her.
The second time was this morning as I was driving home from taking kids to school. Mack and Pink were singing to all the songs on the CD we were listening to. It was a CD that Baboo had made for our family on the last trip we took all together. So it was sweet to have the kids singing to these songs and I was smiling and thinking of how Baboo's life still touched and affected ours even though she was currently on the other side of the continent. But it was a happy feeling, not a missing feeling. Until the next song came on the CD which just happens to be the last song that she put on the slide show of her life. "Without You". And I watched that slide show endlessly in the few days after she left, over and over again. There's a point in the song where the photos on her slide show switch from her high school stuff to missionary prep and teh tempo of the music picks up and swells and then the very last photo is of her walking away, kind of turning back to the camera and the very last part of the song is a sigh. That is the sound of what I feel like when the missing her leaves me breathless.
Anyway, it's kind of a teary morning for me. I miss my girl.
What I Write About
Baboo,
missionaries,
mothering
Writer's Block
Just FYI I feel that bottleneck happening. Lots of ideas and thoughts and feelings I want to write about but I can't seem to find the time or maybe it's just too much to write or whatever. And I'm not writing about it. Anyway, as usually happens, I presume that means that sometime in the next week I'll have one day where I do absolutely nothing except sit down and type for 8 hours straight and get it all out. But that is not now.
What I Write About
blogging
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