Saturday, October 31, 2009

What a Holiday...

Well today was definitely different than any other Halloween we've ever had.  I'm crossing my fingers (and will plan a little better hopefully) that next year wil go a little better.

Started out the day with a 5k.  My first.  Ever.  (Thanks by the way to Dani and Fielding who graciously watched our boys while we ran. Very much appreciated.)  Couldn't find the camera in time so no pictures.  Sorry.  We have some before photos on our phones but those don't upload.  (We're old school and don't have internet on our phones.)  It was a small fun run- about 30 participants.  Which I didn't mind.  Not so overwhelming.  A 5k is 3.1 miles.  Somehow I got it in my mind that a 5k was only 2 1/2 miles.  I never bothered to look it up.  So that's what I "trained" for.  In my mind at least.  I didn't find out it was 3 until Sean told me when we were running.  I'm sure he mentioned it before--perhaps that one got logged in a temporary folder in my mind.  Oh well.  I survived.  Had a great running partner. (The BEST) Now I can cross that off my bucket list.  I have not run that distance since cross country practice in 7th grade...12 years ago.  Good grief.  I'm glad it's over.  I'm glad I did it.  But I will not do that again any time soon.  And not in the winter.  IF I ever do one again it will be during summer so I have better prep time.  We got 45:50 as our official time.  Not great.  Not even good by a traditional runner's standard--but I am no traditional runner.  I did what I set out to do and that feels good.  Even if my joints don't.  (Thank goodness for Ibuprofen!)  So that was our morning.

Then we went and picked up the boys from Aunt Dani & Uncle Fielding's house.   They seemed to have a good time.  Landon was hungry by the time we got there so I nursed him.  Then we headed home to clean up.  We runners needed to clean up as well as our house needed a bit of sprucing.  You see we were having people over to play How to Host a Murder for lunch.  Called my Mom to tell her the news: I survived and it's over!  Shortly after I hung up the phone Landon puked.  I thought maybe it was just because I hadn't burped him well enough.  Then he puked some more.  Car seat: Soaked.  Landon:  Pretty gross and not looking so hot.  So Lando got dibs on the bathtub.  Cleaned him up, put him in his swing.  He puked again.  Just bile this time.  That really gets to me.  It's one thing when there's substance but bile just means the poor kid is hurting for nothing.  It's terrible.  Called the doctor (they have weekend clinics- thank heavens).  They said try pedialyte for a while.  While I went to the store to get some Fielding came over to help give Landon a blessing.  He hasn't been this sick since he was in the NICU.  Gave him some pedialyte.  He kept it down.  Went to the doctor.  He was feeling a bit better by then (Isn't that how it ALWAYS works?).  But it helped alleviate my fears.  Lungs sound great.  He looks good.  He's keeping the pedialyte down and since then I have nursed him.  Things are looking up.  Keep him and us in your prayers as one can never tell how these things are going to go.

So we didn't Host a Murder tonight.  Kinda bummed about that.  We'll do it another time.  Also didn't go to the ward Trunk or Treat.  Didn't bother making Ian dress up (he doesn't really like to most of the time).  So we were very bah humbug this year.  It felt weird.  Very weird.  We passed out candy to the few trick-or-treaters we had and watched Ladyhawke.  (Good cheesy 80's movie)  Maybe next year I'll have some good costumes on hand for last minute things like this.  We'll see.

In other news: My birthday is in 28 days (4 weeks).  Quarter of a century.  "Old" according to Mike's standards... remember a few years ago when you turned old Mike??  Just thought I'd mention it.  Presents and money are welcome.  Notice the AND.

Happy Halloween Everybody.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Maggie's Five

Five things I am grateful for today.

1--I am grateful that I was able to hold Ian right after he was born.  The nurse put him on my chest and I got to hold him and love him.  Now that he's 2 he doesn't let me hold him and love him so much any more but I am grateful for the moments we do get. I am especially grateful for that first moment.
2--I am grateful that Landon wants me to hold him now.  I didn't get to hold him until the day after he was born and that was hard.  I only got to touch his little arm before they flew him off to St. Mary's Hospital in Grand Junction.  I tried to sleep that night he was gone but it was so hard.  I must have woken up a thousand times and felt the awkward silence.  Luckily I was tired enough to get some sleep.  Yesterday I felt really frustrated that he wouldn't let me put him down even to go to the bathroom without crying.  I'm glad today I can be grateful.
3--I am grateful for a loving extended family.  Everyone seems genuinely concerned for our little family and I am grateful.  Not everyone has such support.
4--I am grateful that I married Sean.  And chose to be sealed forever.  I have never regretted that decision. Not once.
5--I am grateful that I get to see the imagination and wonder of these boys everyday.  (I have to remind myself that I'm grateful for that sometimes) Ian is in a stage right now where he pretends.  This morning he was a helicopter flying around the room.  After that he was taking his pet aligator, Bridget, for a walk. 

Gratitude is a beautiful thing.  I don't remember it as often as I should.

I was inspired to gratitude while blog-hopping and reading about infertility and sterility.  What a blessing these two miracle boys are in my life.  

"The unthankful heart... discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!"  ~Henry Ward Beecher

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Don't like the weather--just wait a few minutes.

Picture with me a tree full of bright yellow leaves. 



That was this tree this morning (also covered with a hefty layer of snow)
Now it has no leaves (or very few)
So where did they all go??









On the ground of course! What you can't see is our driveway running through the middle of the pile of leaves.  The trees have surrendered; Winter is here.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Brotherly Love in the Mornin'


Aren't they the cutest?  He sure does love his little brother.  Ian insisted that Lando sit next to him and watch "Bobots"- Landon was just excited to have his brother's full attention for a few minutes. 

I love my boys (including the one not pictured;their daddy)

Update:  I have been sick forever it seems.  It comes and goes then comes again.  Pink eye, cough, flu, migraines all rotated in at some point.  So getting my running in hasn't happened as much as I'd like.  And let's face it- there were a few days where I physically felt well enough- just not motivated to find a babysitter.  It's too cold to take the boys running now so if Sean isn't home that means finding someone to watch the boys.  I had no idea what a hassle getting a babysitter is.  You have to find a willing soul- the right time- get the boys ready- make sure they have extra diapers and clothes (because Murphy's law says if you don't bad things will happen)- get them there (no small feat) then go running?  Yeah...  And to top it all off- it snowed this morning and I hear it is likely to snow Saturday morning as well.  Maybe Mike was right- I should just dress up as an Eskimo.  I'll give you full update on Saturday (or roundabouts) if I survive.  Cross your fingers and say prayers on my behalf.  And for Sean too. (thanks)

In other news: We are in week 11 with 5 to go (plus finals week). Sean got an email last night talking about graduation (in 2011).  Crazy! You start the program and then they send you stuff for graduation within the first semester!  Exciting.  It's still a lot of work away but time-wise it's just on the horizon.  Hard to believe after a 5 year bachelor degree that this one will be done in a mere 18 months or so. (Sean is planning to be done with classes next December but graduation is in May). 

Life is crazy and just keeps comin'. 

Monday, October 26, 2009

I would not could not on your shoe....well if you insist.


Sometimes you just have to sleep.  That's all there is to it. 


He came out of the room from his nap and fell asleep again on the floor.  On my shoe no less.  The poor kid was just plum tired.  (And he tried to tell me he didn't even need a nap)  This was about a week or so ago but I just got around to posting it now.

It reminds me of a song by Barenaked Ladies.  Who needs sleep?  The chorus:
Who needs sleep?
(well you're never gonna get it)
Who needs sleep?
(tell me what's that for)
Who needs sleep?
(be happy with what you're getting
There's a guy who's been awake
since the Second World War)

I vaguely remember being little and sleeping in all sorts of strange positions.  Good thing we didn't have digital camera back in the day :)

Monday, October 19, 2009

Granma's Raspberries


Picking Raspberries at Grandma and Grandpa's House

The Dynamic Duo caught red handed...

Ian decided Raspberries are good only if they come from Grandma's and if you can pick them yourself.  (He wouldn't eat them before when we tried to get him to...he spit it out and shaking his head said "Like" meaning doesn't like)

Monday, October 12, 2009

What is this all about?

Jealousy? Rebellion? Fun? Adventure?  Thrill?  See how far to the edge you can push mom?  Naptime.  We have been having issues with this fun topic.  I don't know WHAT happened but Ian will not go down for a nap like he used to (though he sure as heck still needs one).  He's all about pushing the limits lately and time out does not work.   Today we talked about naptime and he understood that after lunch it was time to nap... he even said so himself.  So he got a book, we read it, but he wouldn't lay down.  So he knows the rule is I take the book and shut the door if he gets off his bed.  He KNOWS this.  He gets off the bed.  Of course.  So I take the book and shut the door.  Crying. "Read!" he laments over and over--because he wanted to read the book he couldn't find until Mom uncovered it and took it away.  Hooper Humperdink has never been so popular.  Then silence.  Ahh. 

Sighed too soon.  I hear music coming from the room.  Not just any music but music from Landon's elephant that is in his crib.  Go in.  Sure enough.  Ian's pretending to "schleep" in Lando's bed.  Take him out of the crib, place him on his bed and make a deal.  I give him the Elephant Book and shut the door and he agrees to read it and stay on his bed.  I check the baby moniter.  He's reading it.  When I go back to check it again---nothing.  What?  Has he really fallen asleep?  Angels begin to sing.  I breathe a sigh of relief.  A flood of peace comes over me.  Then I opened the door.



That's right.  He zonked out in the crib.
Score sits at Ian:1 Mom:1 (At least he's asleep)
Now- how do I get him to do that in HIS bed again?

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Stop sucking on your socks! At least they're clean...

I ran half a mile today up hill pushing at least 40 pounds.  That's got to be worth something right?  We had to get some paperwork turned in for insurance stuff and it's only 8 blocks so I decided why not just take the boys in the stroller and get my jogging in too?  I would have run home too but Ian wouldn't get back in the stroller with Landon.  He's too big for that.  "Eee.  Walk."  Or really just dawdle and duck walk and turtle walk home.  He's pretty funny.  I tried to explain to him that we don't walk on other peoples' lawns because it doesn't belong to us.  So what does the little stinker do?  He waits until their walkway and THEN walks with one foot in their walkway and one on the regular sidewalk.  Oh he was so proud of himself for finding the loophole. 

I pre-apologize for the lack of pictures with this post-- didn't have a camera with me.  We took an interesting detour on the way home.  We walk past the firehouse on our way and this time I decided to let Ian go in to see if we could see the trucks better from in there.  Well we got a little tour of the firehouse- complete with lights.  It was pretty cool.  I'm so grateful he didn't try to do the horn or siren or anything loud.  Getting Ian close to them was a pretty big achievement.  I think he's beginning to get over his fear of Fire Trucks (or anything with a siren) but I totally understand where he is coming from.  The sirens still make my stomach sink at first if they're close. 

It was cold for our run today, though I think going during the "heat" of the day helped.  Could have been worse (and probably will be soon) but I bundled up the boys anyway.  The mittens we have for Landon are pitiful and he would soak them with spit in minutes (he's very drooley and loves to suck on his fist) so I decided what's the next best thing?  SOCKS!  Ian's socks are big, absorbant and clean-- so I felt a little silly for putting socks on my kid's hands but much more relieved that he wouldn't be freezing.  It was a good little outing and I was feeling pretty good about it when I first got home but now I'm a little stiff.  We'll see how tomorrow goes.  :)

Friday, October 2, 2009

Do we dress up or not?


I'm pretty sure I am certifiably insane.  I'm not a runner.  I'm short and have very short legs.  I haven't run a straight mile in over two years (probably closer to three).  So what did I decide to do?? Run a 5k for Halloween.  No big deal.  It'll be fun.  AND I already paid the registration fee so I can't back out even if I wanted to.  But it is kind of exciting.  AND Sean is going to do it with me.  Nothing like having a good running buddy.  I'm so glad he's supportive.  He'll be the first to admit that he always ran for the girls...things don't change much :)  Yesterday was Day One.  We only have one jogging stroller so Ian was very good to hold Landon.  He thought it was so we didn't "lose" Landon.  Big Brother was very proud of his responsibility.  I just hope it doesn't get any colder or we'll have to start splitting our run time so one of us can stay home with the boys.  By next week I'll probably be wishing I hadn't told anyone, but for now it's still a bit exhilarating. (BTW did you know that exhilarating and hilarious come from the same latin root hilarus--that's what this experience will be, hilarious) Though Ian did NOT think it was hilarious when I tried to take a picture of him.

He wanted the camera.


So I gave it to him.



 Ian's feet.

He took one of his "lello tar" the other day.




I'm impressed.  Usually you just see his fingers blocking the lens. Or the floor.
I'd say he's got some of those Griffin genes and knows what to do with a camera.