Last week I made a water blob because that's what the interwebs told me to do. The words "hours of entertainment" may have been in the description... It was really easy to put together but the rest of the execution was a bit of a fail on my part. We have a lot of Aspens and an uneven yard. (I am really starting to hate this yard, our other yard was so much better and the grass was better too!) The problem with Aspens are roots and chutes everywhere to poke things and the problem with uneven is that these huge blobs actually roll if they aren't on an even surface.
Needless to say I didn't plan very well and while moving it, it sprung up leak after leak along the seams and by that time the kids were totally over it and had moved on to the sprinkler and the $14 blow up kiddy pool. So, uhm.... fail? But more the execution than anything else. I might want to try it again but I am undecided when a kiddy pool works just as well. I kind of regretting melting this huge piece of plastic together when it could have been a 25 foot slip and slide... So there is that too. Except, then again... our grass totally sucks. Maybe the new neighbors in the old house will let us come over for a water party. They don't even have to join us... Oh well, we had a fun outside day with Meggie's kids anyway.
Ian has something going on lately with his heart - He always asks if we can hear it pumping and today he said "Can you feel it?!" after he made me put my hand on his chest. I told him how heart were good because they made sure that all the blood gets moved all over our bodies. He said "Yea..." all confused and then said "hearts are what makes us love people right mom?" So cute yes, it's all in your heart. He would know, he is the sweetest of the bunch.
He is just absolutely adorable with Dylan, he just kind of always has been but he has really kicked it up a notch. Spending time in her room alone with her and giving her hugs. She get more excited to see him than any of her other siblings because he always talks to her and rubs her head and hugs her. As much as the kids fight over toys, if she shows any interest in something he has he hands it right over to her. Even if he had just fought with Asher to get it back. I love it. Watching them together is the best.
We went to the zoo with mom and she was trying to push Dylan in the stroller and Ian is relentless withe the doting on Dylan. It was hard to get him to get out of her stroller and leave her alone so we could walk. And this is while she was sleeping!
During the bird show my mom sat with Duncan, Ian and Grey and I sat with the naughty Asher and the sleeping Dylan. Ian said "Wow! That was freaking awesome!" and "That was the coolest bird I never saw n the whole world!" When we got home they wanted to watch Rio so I think they had a good time there.
We had Jess and Steve and Tracy and Shannon over this weekend for meat fest and it was fun. I loved seeing that baby Gus (who is almost one, but still a baby...), cutest face ever. Seriously, our friends have the cutest kids on the planet. No pictures because for some reason I have been lazy with the camera but there are some great mental shots of the kids all lined up on the picnic table eating cotton candy and looking very purple. Tracy took some so I think I will see those someday.
Matthew and I went to the temple on Friday night to see our niece Eden get prepared to go on the mission to Ecuador. I think we may have had to use up our favors for a little while getting kid coverage... My neighbor and her daughter came over for a little while and then mom and Bob came over for relief. Unfortunately during that first hour, the first time my neighbor has watched them, Dylan had a super fabulous blow out. I told her that that was the worst part of parenting Dylan and now that she had experienced that, everything else would be easy. Whooopsie. I owed her so I ran her over some cotton candy when I made it the other night. Seriously... it's bad. But, so great to be able to go and watch Eden go through this big step though. I am proud of that sweet girl.
I think Grey's nickname is going to be "Shoes" because he is OBSESSED with them. At any given moment there are at least ten shoes laying around. He goes and gets them and then put them on (and gets really frustrated if he fails!) and wants to be wearing them ALL the TIME. He is currently wandering around with one shoe on, must have given up on the other side or it fell off. He will be like this for hours.
I ran an awesome race this weekend so here is my race update - people who hate runners just stop here as I go on to relive my glory. Ha! Last year my very first race was the 10k at this particular event and I did the half this year. This means I have been running now for a little over a year but then I had injured myself last year in September and took all the weight gaining months off (Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas...)
My first half was a downhill run. Like, really down hill. I think the elevation loss is like 2800 feet. So you get the speed benefits from that. I ran a 2:06 but who knows what it would equate to on a half with a somewhat normal elevation right? But who cares, 2:06 is an awesome time. Never gonna beat that PR on different race though I was planning on beating it on the same race this year. (I will break 2 hours, even if it's on a down hill run. Oh yes, I will.)
So for the race this weekend the elevation loss is about 800 feet but there is also a 450 gain in there (according to my Garmin) with at least one whopper of a hill. Still a little speed benefit but not nearly the boost of the other run so I had settled on a goal of 2:08. The info I have is that the elevation loss buys you one minute off your finish time. This was a good compromise which would still be a good stretch goal for me.
Even though I divorced my BRF Sara we have several races together but, girl kills it on the time. Like runs like 2 minutes per mile faster than me kills me on the time. So she was at the race and somehow I let her talk me into following the 2:00 pacer (spoiler alert, no, I did not make it at or under 2 hours... so yea...). The 2:00 pace is a 9:09 mile which I can pull for a few miles, but 13? She is crazy, but alas, I agreed. (There is no 2:08 pacer after all...)
Needless to say I lost the pacer. Buuuuut, it was after 8 miles of pulling the pace so hey, there's that. At the 6 mile fuel stop I started to lose him. I kept him in my sights but as hard as I tried I could not get back behind him, he wasn't getting any further away but I wasn't getting any closer. Then I got a stitch and was like, forget this, I run my own races. (I have never gotten a stitch running before!) I told Sara that it wasn't happening and I was never going to catch him. She decided she wanted to so she went ahead. I popped in my other ear bud and was on my way. The scenery was gorgeous, really amazing.
This race is torture because you can see the finish line for a full mile and a half. Uhhh... Well, I walked, ran, hobbled? Who knows... my way towards it and didn't really know how I did until I saw the clock. I was ignoring my Garmin. Whelp, 2:03 baby! A three minute PR over my extremely downhill race. Holla. My Garmin had me at 13.29 miles at a 9:18 pace. I felt like a did the best I could have possibly done but my competitive BRF was like "what's three minutes?!" because she was three minutes from catching the 1:50 pacer (that's right friends, her last five miles were 7:30 min miles). I give it to her, she is the reason I pulled this out anyway even though I don't like running with her. No offense Sara, I love you... swear.
And another (more actual race RACE) in the books. Our next half is in July and it's an uphill one, I am not sure what we were thinking. It will be pretty, that's what we were thinking... it goes around a lake and then in to town.
Uhhhh, hello scenery, how are you?
"Bye mom, I will miss you!"
You cannot possibly imagine the mess that this innocent little sucker made. See it dripping down his shirt? And what is not captured here is the green hair which apparently came later. Yes, we went straight into the tub with instructions not to touch a SINGLE THING on the way to the bathroom.
We may or may not warm our towels for the kids getting out of the tub... Greyson was obviously comfortable. (Seeing as how I spend a lot of my day keeping him OUT of the toy basket, I think he didn't want to move a muscle lest I realize he was indeed... in the basket."
The dimple is ridic.