Sunday, November 30, 2008

Happy Turkey Day!

We ran the Turkey Trot again this year, and it was possibly the coldest race yet. We pretty much run it because after a 5 mile run in the morning, when the Thanksgiving feast rolls around, you don't have to hesitate the least bit when you serve up that slice of pie that is really a serving for 3 people :) We waited for 40 minutes (the race started late) in below freezing temps and it took about a mile before my toes thawed out and I could feel them again. It just reaffirmed to me how much I hate being cold, but also how out of shape I am. Josh decided that the pilgrim costume was a little more conducive to running than the turkey costume he ran in last year and all four of us that ran ended up with pumpkin pies (Josh donated his to some church charity...hence three pies in the pic). It's funny how a little pie can be such a big motivator when you are running (the first 1000 men and women get one). Even though it was cold and I was sore for days after, it is a fun tradition that we look forward to. We had a great Thanksgiving at the in-laws, and as always with the Deans, lots of good food and company! Thanksgiving always helps me to stop and recognize just truly how blessed I am and although I feel undeserving of such abundant blessings I am sooo thankful for all I have been given. Thanks be to God for the amazing blessing of my faith, family and friends!

Sunday, November 23, 2008

I already have a love-hate relationship with my son...Love this,

This was just one spit up! I thought the design of a ski hill was pretty amazing, so I had to capture it on camera (my mind has been on skiing lately). He usually slimes me multiple times after each feeding. I think he thinks it's funny because his prime times to spit up are right after a bath when he's nice and clean, or immediately after I put clean clothes on him. We both change at least twice a day (I can only handle smelling like spit up for so long) and go through multiple burp clothes, which means my laundry is doubling..aahh. I thought babies were supposed to know when to stop eating, but I just think this little man loves to eat and won't stop until he is literally spitting up while he is eating, he is so full. Oh well, although it doesn't smell like roses, and it's no fun to clean up, I am grateful for my sweet little guy who is healthy, happy and oh so spitty (for lack of a better word :).

hate this!!

Sunday, November 2, 2008

A "Fairy" tale Halloween...

This was Bailee's second Halloween, but really the first time she ever went Trick-or-Treating. The little cowgirl and I walked around to a few houses and she would say "Thank You" and after they gave her the candy, then she'd say "trick or treat". So, she had it backwards, but we'll work on it for next year. She got a ton of candy after only going to a handful of houses, but the funny thing is, she really could care less about eating it. I know, she's definitely not her mother's daughter in that aspect. She'll just take it out, ask me what it's called, organize it, then put it back in the bucket, and repeat. As for mine and Josh's last minute costumes...Josh decided it being "a Dentists favorite holiday", or the "holiday of tooth decay", that he needed to be a tooth fairy
(he preferred to be called the tooth "banker"). I made his tutu and wand and he drew the tooth on his shirt. It was actually quite a challenge to get him to come out of the house, but he was a good sport,,,afterall, he brought it upon himself. A stranger on the street said it best, when he said, "You know it's Halloween when you see a grown man in a tutu!" As for me, I went as Deb (Napoleon Dynamite's girlfriend) straight out of the 80's! My friend was Napoleon and since her husband didn't want to dress up for the party, I was her date :) I got all my garb at the thrift store for dirt cheap, and my favorite was the jelly bracelets and double socks...ahh the memories. All in all it was a "fairy"tale night...haha.

The Rummies Visit..

I don't know how or where that name came from, but it has always been used in my family to describe...well, my dad and anyone with a rummy-like personality (whatever, it's hard to explain). I am getting a little behind, so I'll do a quick update. Dad and Nick came out for a couple of days. I was so excited to see them and we did lots of fun things and ate lots of great food! They were able to come to the OSU vs PSU game and even though we lost, we still had a good time. The main reason for their quick visit was Gabe's blessing, Little Gabe got all dressed up for the occasion and I am so grateful to my hubby for being able to give him a blessing and a beautiful one at that (short and sweet...hmm sounds like someone I know j/k :) Anyhow, Bailee was a little bipolar towards Nick, and would randomly say, "Nick's nice", only to turn around an hour later and say, "Nick's scary". Bailee is scared of everything, mind you, but I think the "magic tricks" that he did for her backfired. However, Bailee started crying when we dropped them off at the airport because she wanted to go with grandpa and Nick, so I think things are looking up. I always hate when family has to leave, but it made it a little easier knowing we would be seeing them soon at Christmas...yay!