Now that's cookin'...

I have gone back to previous posts in the past to edit misspelling (I spelled this word incorrectly the first time, good old spell check saved me again!) or grammar and will more than likely do it again. However. This time my mistake warrants a full posting. You see, I write my family's blog. And my listening skills are lackluster. So when I'm trying to update about something I heard...it may get mixed up. And boy did it ever get mixed incorrectly.

Last week I posted that Mike ran a 5k in 27 minutes. Then said he was cookin'. Um, pretty sure 9 minute miles is not cooking and you guys thought, "Wow, your husband is slow!" I have to correct myself.

My husband, yes he ran in a 5k...but he finished in 21 minutes (that's just shy of a 7 minute mile). Now that's cookin'!

Sorry, babe. But I'm still proud of you!

(The pic above is from the 2005 Ch.icago Marathon that Mike finished in 3:55. I figure if I'm tooting his horn I better go all out.)

Leotards and Lazin' Around...

This week in my running schedule was a step-back week. Last week I ran a total of 44 miles and this week I only ran 28...and my body felt it. My Saturday morning long run was just 12, a far cry from last week's 22 miles.

I woke up ready to rock those 12 miles, excited to join my girlfriends on our themed run: the 80's. I don't own any neon, but I do own a leotard. If any of you remember my Jane Fonda Halloween 2010 you'll know why I try to find any excuse to wear this...I turn into Jane once the leo is on! I channel my mom doing the Jane Fonda workout on vinyl when I was a kid. Pretty awesome.

Where was I? Oh, I sported the leo over my running capris and top, wore a braided head band and matching wrist sweat bands. I thought I looked great. Until I got to the parking lot to meet a few gals and didn't want to get out of my car unless I saw them. That should have been my first clue that I over did it. I then saw Amy pull in and quickly got out of my car and ran to hers. She, too, sported a side pony and an awesome head band. We waited (what seemed like forever) for the gals running from Broa.dripple to make it to our mile marker. When we finally noticed the neon gang heading our way we jumped into the center of the trail and started cheering and doing our best get-in-shape-girl moves (you know you're a child of the 80's when you tromped around your house as a kid with those sweatbands while waving your rhythmic ribbon!). We took lots of pictures, including this one with our jazz hands (and a fan we found doing jazz hands):

 We all laughed at how ridiculous we looked yet how fun it was to have something to sidetrack our thoughts while running. Most of these gals are running Chicago in 2 weeks and are smack dab in the middle of tapering. My step-back week coincided with their mileage and so did my aching, awful run. Their tapering explains their ickiness. I had no excuse, which was frustrating especially after last week's amazing 22 miler.

Anyway, as the morning got brighter and brighter with the sun rising...so, too, did our looks and reactions from fellow trail runners. Some laughed, some gave dirty looks and some just smiled. At first it was funny...until we noticed a HOT guy running our way. I started to become slightly embarrassed of said leotard over my clothes. He smiled at me, which was nice. But I'm pretty sure it wasn't because I'm cute and more because I donned a side pony and blue eye shadow. Oh yeah, and a leotard on. Let's just say I started running behind the girls to get some coverage. I was never happier a run was over...partially because I had a lackluster run and mostly because I couldn't wait to get that sweaty leo off. Was definitely a run I won't forget anytime soon.

It's been pretty dreary here all weekend, Fall is so here. We spent a lot of time watching movies and playing in the yard:

 The girls playing the "popcorn" game on Sammy's trampoline:

 Spent the morning at the indoor pool. We had it to ourselves, which was great. But that also meant that the lifeguard had nothing to look at but us. And my top that Laney pulled down. That was fun.

It's candy corn and peanut time in our house. Which is basically the reason I spend so much money at the dentist each winter. It's so darn addicting, you should try it. Tastes like a Pa.yday candy bar.

Laney has been going potty on the big girl potty for a few weeks. That girl will do anything for an M&M. And her big sister's praise, "Laney, I'm so proud of you!"

Now that it's staying dark in the mornings longer the girls have started sleeping in later. I slept in until 7am this morning and I felt like it was noon! Hoping this lasts for a long, long time.

And finally, Mike ran in Indy's Cor.porate Challenge yesterday and his 5K time was 27:05. Um, that's less than a 7 minute split. Incredible!

Twenty two, a Birthday & Funsters in Cincy

Like most of my weekends, this one started with a long run with my girls (dubbed Perfect Strangers, or Pi Sigma on the Mon.on). This weekend was twenty miles...which equates into many hours running side by side. We have many stories, inside jokes and fun memories after spending so much time together and I couldn't imagine a long run without these women. To add a little fun to our runs we have started theming our runs (last week was American flags and this week was Survivor). You can read all about our run (details only fellow runners can appreciate) here.

I initially set out to do twenty miles but I ended up feeling so good that I ran two extra. Not for my body, but for my mind. The marathon is about 75% mind and 25% body, in my opinion. Mile 19 I felt so good that I wanted to open it up and sprint the last mile (I had no takers to join me). Instead, I decided to stick with Bri & Karen for 2 extra miles. As a runner, there are so many factors that go into having a good run: fuel, bowels, aching body parts, blisters, I could go on. Yesterday the science experiment I call running was spot on. I was feeling the ultimate runner's high. If I feel that good at mile 20 come race day I will be one happy mama.

 Dressed in black with camo headbands. We were proud. And excited to start our adventure. We did learn the Mo.non goes all the way up to Hwy 32. That's darn near Michigan. Just sayin'. Where the trail turns into gravel. And twists and turns. Who knew?

 Came home to quickly get ready and head across the street for a 4th birthday party...

 ...for this little guy:

 The pony rides were a big hit

 And so was the face painting

 After blowing out candles and devouring cupcakes, we packed the car and took off for Cincy. For a Funster weekend. With kids. Brandi & Brian were gracious enough to open up their home to all of us and we took over their house from the get-go. Here the kiddos were watching a movie:

 If any of you have spent time with Laney Bug you know she adores her baby dolls. There were two babies (Ava & Neve) and Laney couldn't keep her hands and eyes off of them. She wanted to hold them, feed them, cover them with her lovies...oh it was precious.

 After the kiddos went to sleep we enjoyed a delicious meal, lots of beverages and some seriously deep conversations with good friends. We decided it was the perfect Funster culmination, as we didn't have to hire babysitters or keep a sober driver. It was so much fun and we should definitely make a family overnight an annual Funster event.

Of course with all of us together it just wouldn't be complete without some crazy stories (which are now piling up and more laughable each time we recount them). Looking forward to our next event to keep building fun memories.

Backyard Again, Perfect Strangers and a new Toy Store in Town...

The weather has changed here in the last week. Weather in the 50's and 60's. Abnormal for this time of year in Indiana, but a welcome reprieve from the 100 degree temps of late. With the change in season has come a change in outdoor activities; no more pool time yet more backyard play time. We've found ourselves on the playset or across the street bouncing almost every night. And the girls love it.

 We have a tree swing that the bigs are only now strong enough to swing on

 Saturday I rose early to meet a group of four women (we dub ourselves the Perfect Strangers) to run 18 miles. We dedicated our run in remembrance of 9/11 and wore flags on our chests (and in our pony tails):

 I believe there are a total of about 10 of us in our running group and this particular morning 6 of us ran. We are all training for either the Chicago Marath.on or the Mon.umental Marathon here in Indy. It's the tail end of training for the Chicagoans and the mid-way point for us Monumentalists. Yet somehow our training plans have started to collide and we're at the same mileage. Next week every single one of us will be running 20 miles. Together. And I never believe I'd utter these words about running 20 miles, but I cannot wait. I'm serious, if you are thinking about training for a marathon, you MUST join a running group or club (if you are a woman, we'd love to have you join us!). Makes the miles so much easier and tolerable. We share some pretty intimate stories and also share in our aches and pains. I've grown to lean on and love these women more than I could imagine.

After a quick shower Mike and I packed the girls up to head on over to a new Toy Store in town called My Toy Garden that one of his clients has been working hard to open. We ran into several friends and even met some new ones in the beautifully creative store. We spent over an hour playing, exploring and watching magic...

 Can you guess what kind of magic we witnessed?

 This man arrived and wooed every little (and big) kid in the store with his balloon magic

 Izzy asked for a flower

 Mike and Jason have continued to brew their own beer all summer long. Their current batches include a Phat Tire and an Octo.berfest. Both are delicious (and potent!). However, now they've upped the ante to creating whiskey. Yikes. They scored a large bag of corn from a friend up north and it's been sitting in a burlap bag inside of a plastic tub for several weeks. Stinky. The stink meant it was time to shed the corn kernels of their newly sprouted roots and add yeast to create a "sour mash." Sour indeed. While the boys were elbow-deep in said mash, the kiddos played outside. Only coming in for snacks. Here are Ben, Iz and Elaina:

Unfortunately our Col.ts lost today. But fortunately for me, game time meant Mike and Iz went to Jason's house for 3 hours while Laney napped and mommy read. Perfect, relaxing Sunday! As I write the temps are back into the 70's and beautiful. Guess all that closet-switch-out work I did last week was fruitless. Need to find all those stowed away shorts and tees. Whoops!

Labor Day Staycation

We had four long, glorious days off for Labor Day weekend and instead of taking off we stayed home. Staycation. It's the new thing. Well maybe not, but it was exactly what we needed. Nothing monumental to report, just flying by the seat of our pants. We started the weekend with a Friday morning pool trip:

After naps we ran across the street for swinging on Sammy's playset. Sammy loves our set and the girls love his set...so it works out well. Plus, Sammy's trampoline was just resurrected and that equals some serious bouncing!

 When the kids get tuckered out they head inside to watch music videos (Sam prefers Bi.eber and the girls prefer dance tunes such as Kesha). They are enthralled. Whereas Jill says a little piece of her dies inside each time she hears "Baby, Baby, Baby" (of which Sam knows every single word).

 Then of course it's time for more swinging

 We also tested the waters back at gymnastics. Because, you see, three year olds are entitled to change their minds. No more ballet. Good thing I bought those ballet shoes, tapping shoes, leotard/tights, tutu and recital costume. Maybe Laney will want to dance? Doubtful. She'll be the one in soccer, our rough-and-tumble she is.

 In her favor, Izzy is quite good at beam and has a knack for the bars. She must get her upper body strength from me. Ha!

 This was the final weekend the outdoor pool was open for the summer, so we just had to take advantage. Saturday the temps were near 100 degrees and we cooled off by playing with buddies:

 These are a few of Izzy's friends from school and they thought it was so neat that they were all playing in the water together and not in their classroom. I swear, all of Izzy's closest friends are boys! She wants a princess party for her birthday and I'm afraid that might not happen with the only people she wants to invite are boys. Still brainstorming on that one...

 Sunday arrived with much cooler temps, too cold to brave the pool. Off to the Chi.ldren's Mus.eum we went. The girls had been countless times with Nanny Natalie over the summer but Mikey and I hadn't been there in a long time. Of course we spent the majority of our time at the B.arbie exhibit:

 Laney loved the dress-up and the beauty station

 She also got a kick out of me taking a picture of her taking a picture

 Daddy and the girls on the carousel. Can you feel Mike's excitement? He actually hopped on his own horse and joined the girls. Too cute.

 Our staycation also consisted of Katie & Rick joining us for dinner. This is the cheesiest photo, but I had to get a picture of the dessert they brought; frozen sorbet in half shelled fruit (orange, coconut, pineapple & lemon). We opened one of every flavor up and just devoured them. Yum!

 I changed out the girls' wardrobes from summer to winter. This is probably my least favorite household chore. But the one thing that I love about it is I get to see clothes Iz once wore and now Laney gets to wear. LOVE having two girls. This is how Laney helped me with the clothing organization...Laney in her big girl bed, can you find her?

 One of the days during nap time I finished a long overdue craft for Buggy's room:

Remember the butterfly Lori made for Izzy's big girl room (a PBK knock-off)? Well I loved it so much I had to make one for Lane's room. Lori helped me get the shaping of the bird and then I took off with the gluing. I absolutely adore how it turned out. It's 24x24 and is over her dresser.

Hope you had a relaxing holiday weekend, too!