swimming lessons

If you recall, swim lessons are on our list this summer. I could go on and on about how absolutely necessary I think it is that a child learn how to swim. But I'll spare you. You're welcome.

We've been to three lessons so far, and I think we hit the jackpot. We love our teacher. I really think she is amazing. This is the best money I've spent in a long time. It feels so good knowing my child is learning to be safe in the water. And having fun. And building her self-esteem. Etc.

And because Mae is so proud of herself, and therefore I am ridiculously proud of her, I am posting a video we took today at swim lessons. It's only 10 seconds, but I'm not offended if you don't watch.




Did I mention this is only after her third (EVER) swim lesson?

Erin teaches out of Springville. Website here. Tell her I sent you.

summer 2010

I've made my list.

You know, my list where I have very lofty goals for the summer to make it educational, fun, and extremely memorable? And I usually finish about a quarter of them?

But at least I have goals.

Summer 2010

carnival at art city days

grow sunflowers

make our own bubbles

run a 10k

stand in the ocean (ten days!)

make a pinata

grow butterflies

take a ride in a '53 chevy (this is a whole other post, but the engine is finally at our house!)

help mae start a journal

demolition derby

get glitter toes (appointment friday)

learn about and visit the smoot's bees

pick your own strawberries or raspberries (cherries?)

do the summer reading program at the library (mae AND i joined today!)

ride the carousel at zermatt (we have lots of tokens. want to come?)

go camping

do a triathlon (DONE!)

picnic at salem pond

attend the utah scottish festival and highland games

watch a movie on our back patio

swimming lessons for mae

and here are a few that have been on my list for the last few years. that i still haven't done. but i will do them this year. or die trying.

ride bikes from bridal veil falls to utah lake

go to cove fort

watch the hot air balloons

play a game of kickball

and, if i can swing it, i'd really really like to take jayson to moab this summer.

of course, i haven't included fishing, visiting thanksgiving point weekly, playing in the fountain at the gateway, swimming at veterans pool, etc because those will happen without planning.

ready, set, GO!

triathlete

saturday was my triathlon, the woman of steel. and if you'd please excuse me, i'd like to toot my own horn here for a minute.

(my gear)

when i signed up for the triathlon i was six weeks postpartum. i had 29 pounds to lose to be at my pre-Penny weight (and another eleven after that). i could barely run a block or so. i had no clothes that fit. i was miserable in my body.

but i'd been there before, three years ago. and i know that bodies are remarkable and love to be pushed to new heights. so i set my sights really high. i've been thinking about a triathlon for years, but they seemed so...not for regular people. just for super athletes. but whatever, i just made a human so could it be harder than that?

so i trained. and trained and trained. five days a week for the last six months. it was my master and i was it's slave. it was tough. grueling. it was 5 a.m. mornings at the gym. late morning walks until i could run, pushing the girls in the (falling apart) jogger. it was swimming, biking, weights, running. it was counting every calorie i put in my mouth. it was learning new sport (and it's language). it was spending money on equipment i didn't know i need (hello biking shorts with PADDING!). it was choosing every single day that i wanted it; that i was going to make it happen. it was finding all new ways to motivate myself.

as the race approached i started to get really nervous. i felt as prepared as i could have been physically, considering where i had started. i did the entire race the saturday before at the gym. i knew i could swim 300 meters, bike 12.8 miles and then run 3 miles. but there was so much unknown. i've never done one of these and i only know four people who have. i called them and had them talk me through it again and again.

me: "are you sure i can't run into the bathroom and change into clothes after my swim?"

me: "are you sure i won't die?"

me: "what if my swimsuit rips in half?"

me: "what if i get a flat tire?"

me: "what happens if i die?"

me: "what if someone kicks me in the face while we're swimming?"

me: "what if someone faints when they see my body in all those (too) tight clothes?"

i think i was more nervous about the race than anything else i've done in a long time. i'd invested so much in training for the race, i just didn't want to blow it. i'd pictured myself crossing the finish line at least six times a day for the last six months. and if i didn't cross it, i'd be heartbroken.

devastated.

but,

i crossed finish line.

i did it.

jayson was waiting for me right over the finish line. i grabbed him, and he kept repeating to me, "i'm so proud of you. you did it. i'm so proud of you." we both cried, and the entire world melted away. in that moment it was only he and i. every once of pain and every sacrifice was worth it to feel what i felt then. it is almost indescribable. i was so proud of myself and so thankful for my body. it is a moment i will remember for the rest of my life. i kicked butt.

(my biggest fans)

of course, i didn't literally kick butt. i finished in the dead middle of the pack. that's all i wanted and all i expected. but, i did have the 14th fastest transition time at the first transition (i killed the transitions).

they had to modify the race since it was 40 degrees, raining and freezing. they switched the swim to an additional run. that wasn't my favorite, but i was also glad i didn't have to ride my bike and run wet. run, bike, run.

(joy, ryan, teresa and haylee came to cheer me on)

this race, the woman of steel was inspiring. it is an all woman triathlon and i saw ladies from all walks of life. some young, some old. some fit, some seeking to be fit. i was there alone, but many were there with friends and family. the energy was palpable. we got an email that included everyone's reason for doing the triathlon (we had to submit it with our application) and the reasons were varied; some were funny and some were heartbreaking. when i looked around during the race i knew we all had different reasons for racing, but that we were all seeking a common goal. to finish. to find some healing. to be triathletes.

and now i can count myself among them. i can call myself a triathlete.

i am a triathlete.

i am a woman of steel.

i'll never forget it.

photos

It's just been one of those weeks.

You know the kind of week I'm talking about.

But the nitty-gritty of it is that I am extremely blessed and ridiculously happy. So instead of ranting, I'd like to show you some pictures from my phone that hopefully will bring you laughter like they do for me.

Mae is quite the fashion diva. I feel that parents and kids could fight about things often--holding hands when you cross the road, not playing with the stove, etc. Since Mae is pretty strong willed, I feel that I'd rather pick my battles. So why fight about what she wears all the time?

She changes at least six times a day and comes up with the silliest outfits.





Special attention is often paid to footwear.

She did this to her shoes on the way to the aquarium.

Speaking of fashion...I see it on other babies and I think I should do it on my baby too. But really, when I try I just think it looks ridiculous. Really really ridiculous.


Jayson was in charge of baths one night. I guess he wanted to give Penny a spa experience. Mae and Jayson got out straws and gave her bubbles too. (umbrella in the bottle?!)

I ordered a few things from diapers.com, and it all game in a ginormous box. Mae slept in it for a week.


I was in the bathroom doing my business and she came in...


Bath time!


You've seen cattle trucks on the highways. But have you ever seen what is spilling out the back? Poop, all over the road.

I was trying to take a nap...and I was so rudely disturbed.


Say cheese!



Sometimes we deface government property (j dawgs sticker on a firetruck).

Once a family member said they wanted to live on an island with a mote.......uh...don't all islands kind of have a mote? So we made this individual an island with "a mote" out of playdough.

We also made people in snuggies, because everyone in this world should have a snuggie.

I saw truck's bed piled high with twinkies and ho-ho's and covered with a chain-link fence. I was utterly befuddled. What in the world would you do with millions of twinkies?

Turns out they feed them to pigs. They come from the hostess outlets' outlet (can you believe there's such a thing?). Makes you want some pork. Oink, oink!


We need to keep an eye on Mae whenever she plays with stamps. At least she found the M.


Bubble wrap!
She rules the roost!


Hungry and tired. Guess which one won?


Remember how Jayson rented an Easter Bunny suit?


Mae has always had a tendency to run around. She was trying to get out the door at church, and her dress got stuck in it. We still had a few things to take care of, so we left her there for a few minutes. We were just happy she was contained.

Will it blend? Have you seen those video's on youtube? Hilarious. We bought a blendtec and got to see the set.

Time to swim!


Lastly at Powells Books in Portland.


My girls don't lack personality...that's for sure!

I feel better already.

please play along

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Dead computer

I've been thinking about my blog a lot lately.

But my computer got the dreaded gray screen of death. Pray that we can
recover all of our data...I can't remember when I last backed up and I
have all of my little brothers mission pictures on it.

So I'm trying blogging by email. This may not turn out how I think.

Truthfully, I'm not complaining too much because no computer means
more time to nibble on these cheeks.

smooch

i can't handle it! all i want to do is smooch these girls all day!