Thursday, May 28, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Such good looking people! Poor Emmy is still a little shy/scared of people other than mom and dad. But that is Grandma Diana holding her and Diana's mom, Great-Grandma Dee, on the right.
The kids "helped" Grandma Diana water her flowers. Oh, they also helped each other get drinks. I love this picture - Jonas helping Emmy. And Miles in the background laughing. My kids think they are so funny. So do I. (Sometimes, of course.)
We went to Bellview Park - I think that is how you spell it. It's tons of fun. The boys totally got rockin' on this thing together. A very joyous moment for us parents to see. :)
Also at the park: a little stream. It's really great in the hot summer. On a cold/overcast, slightly rainy day? It's cold. But still fun. Jonas was really scared about stepping on craw-dads (they found shells last year in the stream and Miles kept talking about it.)
As did Emmy. She was fearless in getting wet and cold. Of course she fell in and got soaked, so it was time to head home. :(
And here we are Monday morning - awaiting our wheat-kernel waffles. I also had to show this picture because I am in my exercise clothes. A highlight for me of the weekend was going on an-almost 1 1/2 hour bike ride with Ben. It was a beautiful ride and we saw bunches of rabbits, ducks, birds, and even a coyote. Oh it was so fun. Oh I wish I was doing it again today. Thanks, again, for babysitting Jim and Diana!
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Also, last Saturday I had a little garage sale. I wanted to make a 100 dollars so I could buy a picnic table from Home Depot. I made almost exactly 100 dollars. Pefect. So we enjoyed a lovely meal last nite outside on our new table.
Pure Joy for kids and parents alike.
Afterwards Miles kept saying over and over and over and over. . . "That was so much fun. I had such a fun time. That was so much fun. . . "
The only thing Emmy got to enjoy: cotton candy. She loved eating it, but was a little unsure of holding it. Dang that stickiness.
Love this video!
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
This morning a big semi-truck puffed out some nice black smoke for me to inhale. I was a little peeved at this, but as I ran through the muck I was reminded very vividly (or nasal-ly) of my running days in Guatemala. I spent 6 weeks there during the summer of 2001 - I did a nursing internship with other nursing students. It was very beautiful where we lived, but apparently they don't have any controls over car-exhaust. It was bad. So bad I often wondered if I was doing more harm than good by running. But I was training for my first (and only) marathon - that was to happen 6 weeks after I got back from Guatemala. So I had to run. In stinky, smelly, polluted air. I also remember the amazing and bold thunderstorms that struck each afternoon. 50% of my runs were in downpours. Loved it. 100% of my runs I encountered the Wild Dogs that roam that land. They creeped me out. Luckily I had a trusty running companion, a male at that, that made me feel secure - even if it was a false sense of security, it was better than nothing. It just boggles me that on my run this morning, in Colorado - so far from Guatemala, a smell can take me years back and miles away.
This isn't the only time it has happened. While here, in Colorado, I've run passed skunk smells and am reminded of my runs in up-state New York - where there were not only frequent skunks to be smelled but "herds" (at least that's what I called them!) of Wild Turkeys. They were Huge and They scared me.
I've also ran past aromas of pancakes and waffles and am instantly transported to my days of running in the Grand Teton National Park. I worked at a lodge there one summer and as I made my way back home I'd run pass the lodge and could smell all of the sweet morning concoctions being prepared.
I love our bodies. I love our sense of smell. I love our precious memories. And I love running. Everywhere.
(p.s. These were my thoughts this morning. I posted them over at Marathon Mommies. My computer is still MIA. For my sake, I hope to be back soon.)