For the past several months I’ve been spending my Saturday mornings doing long runs, so the week after my race, I bundled up on Saturday morning and went to the park with some kids (many of whom were part of our Track Club). The trip to the park is called X-games, and it’s an informal ministry
When David woke up from his nap yesterday, my kitchen looked like this. He was understandably elated. You’re probably assuming he woke up early and caught me in the middle of a Halloween craft, but I actually planned this. I love, love, love roasted pumpkin seeds. Usually I just buy a couple of pie pumpkins
My mom’s grandmother lived on a farm, like lots of people did back in those days. So she, my great-grandmother, had to go out and milk the cows every morning. My mom once told me that while my great-grandmother was out milking the cows, she’d give her babies a box of pictures to look through.
David has cried whenever I cook anything since the day he was born. He did it as a newborn, a sitter, a dragger, a crawler, and now that he’s walking he has so much more leverage. Once he pulled my pajama pants down in a fit of rage when I was making his breakfast. A
Remember my resilient gerbera daisies? We had a few really cold nights in the middle of November, and I had every intention of bringing my plants in. But then David got sick, then I got sick, plus it was annoyingly cold outside, so we just hunkered down and ate chicken noodle soup for three weeks.
The half-marathon already seems so long ago. It’s been about three weeks and I’ve already fallen back into a routine of maintenance running and eating bacon every morning. I’m a middle of the pack runner, but this was sort of a banner race for me — I got a PR by three minutes and, even better, I
Fun fact: most women don’t lose hair while they’re pregnant? So even though the rest of your body is bloated and stretching and swollen, your hair usually looks full and awesome. Then, a few months after your baby is born, all that hair starts falling out all at once. So you’re exhausted and still trying
Last year our families ran the Drumstick Dash 5k in Roanoke. It was a fun race, but this year we decided to skip the crowds and traffic and spend Thanksgiving morning like most Americans; sitting on the couch saving all our energy for the exhaustion of digesting turkey, mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie. We spent
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David just turned fifteen months old and, I don’t know, this one might not make it into the baby book. This month we’ve coined the nickname Grumpelstiltskin because it’s cuter than any other expletive that comes to mind when he’s scratching his eyes out because we’re changing his diaper. I’m blaming all this moodiness on