*Olie would rather have his tongue cut out than have his nails trimmed.*
This scene was chaos. I got two nails done. TWO.
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While search for camping sleeping mats I find this.
Huh? Here I thought dog strollers were ridiculous. This is listed as a sleeping bag for your dog. Now that’s just crazy.
If your wondering…Olie will be spending the month of June with my parents. Maybe I can talk Melinda into a journal of Olie’s adventures with Buddy.
Take a guess who enjoyed the sprinkler more from the following pictures…
My dog loves the sprinkler. Throw the ball into it, he’ll jump over it, he’ll run through it…whatever. He’s all over it. The boys were a little iffy about the whole thing but eventually they both came around.
It’s been one heck of a long day…and we still have to finalize our plans for Dayton, OH and Pittsburgh, PA…and then we’ll be all done planning our month long trip. WOOHOO.
How in the world did I live without my TomTom? I typed in the park we went to this morning, got in the car after our adventure and asked the boys where they wanted to go for lunch, they said Burger King, typed it into TomTom, it gave me the closest 15 locations, hit navigate and we were off.
For my run on Sunday I used TomTom to help me navigate through the city streets and my favorite thing about this gadget is that even if I stray from the route it will re-route me and start from where I am and get me to my destination. LOVE THAT. I am always thinking that the road is this left and end up all turned around and 2 miles further away than I should be…so in the days where the gas stations are charging $3.85 a gallon, I seriously love my TomTom…if for nothing else that I’ll save a little bit of gas from seeping out of my 22 gallon tank.
If you haven’t guessed already dh and I are BOTH gadget fanatics. We like new gadgets and if we have an excuse to buy one we will.
I finally got my Seneca trail maps from the DNR in Maryland. So…this morning we hit the trails….at first I was going to ease them into it by going to Great Falls or some place close by to a trail and introduce them to hiking but once I saw some of the trails in Seneca I decided to go for it. We parked near the playground, played for 20 minutes and then set down the trail. (an easy trail at .5 miles RT)
We talked about the trail markers and how we have to stay on the trail and be VERY careful where we walk. The boys were fascinated by all the plants, bugs and especially the tracks that other people/animals made on the trails.
We stopped and found deer tracks, dog tracks, ants, spiders and lots of other bugs along the way. Woody was not thrilled with all the flying bugs around but he said that he would hike again. I said oh good…because you have at least 3 weeks of hiking ahead of you in June. I’m hoping to hit Patapsco Valley State Park tomorrow or Friday but we’ll see how things go the rest of the week. After a fun lunch at Burger King (the one with the video games to keep them entertained) the boys are exhausted. There is talk of taking the sprinkler out but I’m not sure I have the energy for all that.
Only sixteen more days and our community pool opens…woohoo!
I had a great race on Sunday. The weather was fantastic, the folks, the samples (oh man GF EVERYWHERE even donuts and bagels!!) but the trail for the run…not so great. FULL of hills, valleys and more steep hills. When I thought Federal Hill had a hill boy was I wrong. Yeah not so much. The hill down Boston street going up to Ellwood is much worse and is a horrible, mean way to end a race. Seriously.
My time was a minute better than my last race but I was really huffing it up that last hill and didn’t think I would make it to the finish line. I’m pretty sure I could have ran it much faster if it wasn’t for those damn hills. We did get a lovely view of the water in Canton from that big ass hill we climbed up and I did get to run through Patterson Park which was lovely…but it wasn’t worth the hills. The hills sucked. Ask Melinda, she’ll back me up on that one.
This will be last race of this season and I’ll be looking for another 5k to do in late September/early October when the weather is much cooler. In the mean time, I’ll be trying to run 3-4 times a week and do cardio the rest of the week. I’m sticking to my 5 workouts a week plan…and I’m feeling pretty good about my progress…although I’m not sure I’ll ever get rid of my baby pooch. While I’ve been doing crunches at night and mixing in pilates I’m never sure how much of it really helps. I’m happy with the way I look and that’s all that really matters right?
I went running last night and my thighs have been killing me since Sunday (again with the hills) and I was running up my street and found my neighbors on the roof. Because I’m nosey and couldn’t keep my eyes off of what they were doing my left foot landed in a ditch (isn’t really the right word…it’s more like a hole in the road big enough for a tire to fit in). My sneaker hooks into the edge of the ditch and I over compensate with my right leg and with the speed I was going up the hill I tripped. Sorta. I landed on my elbows preventing my head from bouncing off the pavement. Having your neighbors scream “are you okay?” from their roof is never a pretty picture. I’m fine my elbows are a little tender this morning but it was more humiliating than painful.
Aunt Wanda came to visit us and we all got together on Saturday to celebrate Aunt Vickie’s birthday.
Here is all the Williams women (none of us have this name so I feel comfortable throwing it out there)
From left to right:
Ashleah, Aunt Vickie, Aunt Wanda (in front) my mom, Melinda and me.
Me, my mom and my sister.
It was a good day. Beautiful outside and the boys behaved for close to 3 hours! (the last twenty minutes were a little dicey there but all turned out well.)
One of the neighbors across from us who I’ve been waving too but have never spoken too…saw me on the path as we were walking back from park no. 3 today, she came running up to me and says “I’m so happy I caught up with you…it’s a lovely evening wanna come over for drinks tonight?”
I said…um…okay. She said “oh I’m Sara, your Kara right? It’s so great to meet you. All of us thought you had twins there but now that I see your kids they are what 16 months apart? They are cute. See you around 6ish? Great. See you then!” I nodded and she ran after her kids. I think I’m going to like this mama.
Why do moms do this to each other? I know that most of them do it to make themselves feel better. Or they think something and it just runs like diarrhea out their mouths.
Since we moved into our new home in December I’ve been trying to meet as many neighbors as I can. I’ve joined our local neighborhood moms group. I’m meeting lots of new and interesting people. With all the meeting and greeting I have to go through the whole ‘how far apart are you kids? oh my 12 months really? Oh dear.’ *pointy fingers* Oh hi “Kristen says your kids are 12 months apart, here I thought mine were to close at 18 months.”
Those comments do not bother me…if my kids were 22 months, 2 years, or even 18 months apart I would probably say or think the same thing if someone said their kids were 12 months apart.
Yesterday we were standing at the park watching our kids and I met two new mamas. Both of their kids were 18 months old. Just toddling around being extra cute while my kids were jumping, running, screaming.
The whole how old are your kids? where did you move from? what does you husband do? conversation started. One of the mamas said so they are 18 months apart? I said no 12 months 2 weeks apart. She gasped. And I do mean gasp.
She looks at me and says “I think they have procedures to fix those kinds of problems.” I stared at her and wondered did she just say what I think she said? She is looking at my 2 year old right? Holy shit she did just say that.
As I stood there dumbfounded, she looks at me and laughs. She looks at her friend and they both laugh. It wasn’t one of those nervous laughs it was one of those ” hey I just made a funny” laugh. Luckily Cooper attempted to jump off the edge of the play area so I was rescued from this uncomfortable situation and quickly left to take my kids on a walk.
Of course on the walk I brewed, stewed and got pissed. A list of the things I should have said:
- Fuck off.
- Seriously?
- I found out I was pregnant with him at 13 weeks, I felt him move at 15.5 weeks. How exactly would that procedure work?
- I went through IVF *twice* to have my first son.
- Can you hear yourself right now?
- Wow, that wasn’t appropriate.
While I’m sure I’ll see her and her sweet baby girl around town I will be giving her the evil glare until I’m completely over it.
