then & now
brothers, 2007 brothers, 2009................................................................................................................................... sisters, 1983 cousins, 2009 . . .
happy day
The girls and I had a very mellow Thanksgiving. We had the big day with Mark's family on Tuesday, and we are celebrating with my family when we get to Florida, so we had the whole day to ourselves. It was actually really nice. I had originally planned to run the Turkey Trot 10k in the morning. But it started so early that, between nursing and then getting the girls to my inlaws, I would have needed to wake up at 5am. And seeing as how I'll need to wake up that early tomorrow to catch our flight, . . .
thankful
married to best friendthree beautiful and hilarious childrengetting out of IBESRflexible jobssupportive friendsa home I loveawesome neighborsliving by the beachcars that runGleeonline adoption buddiesrunning on the river trailsmoothiesRockHarbor Churchpreschool teachers who adore my kidsMichael and Jodie adopting!laughterNPRmy new navigational gadgetfree childcare at the YMCAthe nannies and missionaries caring for KeananMemphis happy hour + kids menuthree new nieces . . .
divide and conquer
I dropped Mark and Jafta off at LAX this morning. They are en route to Haiti, and the house is calm and quiet. It was really, really nice for about an hour. Now, it's just eery. The girls and I leaving for Florida on Friday, to spend a few days with my family and meet my new nieces.Being separated as a family wasn't exactly how I wanted to spend the holidays. I couldn't afford to fly all five of us to Haiti, but we want to be visiting more so it makes sense to take separate trips when Mark has . . .
Octopus Crime
Poor Jafta. His strict, uptight prents don't let him watch any of the mature cartoons his young friends are watching, so he must learn about the characters and action heroes from his friends at school. He has come home many a day talking about Fawn Solo or Pirates of the Carrivean or Dark Vader - always unclear on who these people are, but always sure they must be really, really cool.This is his new favorite. "Octopus Crime". He's the head of the Transformers. Apparently with long arms designed . . .
playlist
Today is my long run day. So of course, I am sitting here avoiding it, and messing around with my ipod instead. I am on a mission to create a really good playlist - one that will keep me motivated and energized for the entire 9-mile run I am hoping to do. (Although, for full disclosure, I am way ahead of my training schedule so I may just slack and do 8. We shall see).Last week I got some great recommendations from friends, and I thought I would share my own personal favorites that keep me . . .
introducing . . .
. . . our little wrestler.Karis got her helmet today. Clearly, she's distraught about it. Just look at how much it's bothering her. Poor, poor Karis! (Okay, she doesn't seem to notice at all. But I do have to poke fun at some of the literature we were sent home with, including a pamphlet on how do deal with the difficult stigma of a child wearing a helmet. The whole thing sounded like it was written in the Dark Ages. One mom recounted the story of how her baby was "shunned" at Target. Her . . .
sweeping generalizations
Karis is officially crawling now. At six months, this is earlier than either of her siblings learned to crawl. To be honest, I'm not that thrilled about the early milestone. I've always loved the stage when babies are old enough to be really playful, and yet young enough to sit where you plant them. She seems to have skipped that phase altogether. Every time I turn around, she is booking it across the room, with her eyeball on some small speck of something that she wants to put in her mouth. And . . .
halfway to the half
I ran eight miles today. It was a great run and for the first time, I am feeling totally confident that I am going to be able to pull off a half marathon come January. I've even gotten to the point where the part about running 13.1 miles is not my biggest stress about the event. Now I've turned to worrying about some of the other details . . . specifically being away from Karis for so long that morning. I'm guessing they are not going to have "pumping stations" along the way. I'm also trying to . . .
ornamental helmet culture
Karis was fitted for her cranial helmet last week, and it should be arriving next week. In a not-at-all-shocking turn of events, our insurance does not cover said helmet. So, for the price of a boob job, we will be footing the bill to make sure she has a well-rounded cranium. Hopefully this will boost her self-esteem enough to avoid that boob job down the road. Good thing we live in the OC.For now, I'm trying to figure out how we will decorate the helmet. All good parents decorate the helmet - . . .
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