Monday, May 31, 2010

Chop, Chop!

Ahhhhh...so nice to have manageable hair again. :) I wish I had a before picture. It was getting pretty long. But it had no style and just looked bad. Also, I can't stand the feel of hair on my shoulders and neck. Which is one reason I ALWAYS kept it in a pony tail. This feels so nice.


I was hoping to transition back to this length slowly, but it didn't work out that way. But I'm okay with it.
When I showed her the picture of the cut I wanted she suggested I do a longer version and see how I liked it before she cut it exactly like the picture. I'm glad I had her do the "longer version"...cause it looked just like the picture. Imagine if she hadn't done the "longer version". Eeek.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Sunday Confessions/Worst Fears

I thought it might be fun to start a series of Sunday posts called "Sunday Confessions". Today's post was prompted by the slightly terrifying experience I had today after church. I'm feeling brave and I hope I don't regret these posts later. I'm kind of hoping that everyone else is just as crazy as I am and not judge me. :) Here goes my first confession.

I've always been a pretty calm, laid back person. But since having children my anxiety levels have shot through the roof. Actually, that started before Jacob was even born. I used to LOVE scary movies. But something happened not long after my first born was conceived. All the sudden I couldn't handle it any more. I had to start leaving the room when the movie got to suspenseful or scary. Once he was born it got worse and I developed all sorts of unrealistic fears. I won't get into what they all were, because I am sure you would all think I was nutso. I am pretty sure there was a time when I needed medication and counseling. I was to a point where I was scared to leave the house for fear that I would die and my children would be left motherless. Every morning when Mike left the house to go to school I was afraid he might not come back. I had a hard time letting him take Jacob with him even to the store for fear they would get into an accident or something. I had to psych myself up just to go to the grocery store or to church or anything that involved leaving the house. Many of those fears have gone away for the most part, (although I do still sometimes find myself scared to go anywhere) and I am left with the normal fears associated with having children. At least I THINK my fears are pretty common. I am constantly reminding myself of the scripture, "be still and know that I am God". It brings me a lot of comfort. But still...

Topping the charts of my worst fears is one of my children being abducted or dying. In my book abduction would be worse than death, because you wouldn't know what was happening to them but pretty sure it's not good. I can't stand the thought of my child being scared or suffering.

Today I briefly thought one of my worst fears may have become reality. I went to pick up Jacob from Sunday school only to find him not there. I assumed Mike had picked him up and went to get Lizzie from nursery. I picked her up and went looking for Mike. When I saw him walking towards us without Jacob I began to panic. I asked him if he had seen Jacob and he said no. We walked back towards his classroom and ran into his teachers. They said they thought for sure he had been picked up. That's when I really began to panic. I may have looked calm on the outside, but on the inside I was FREAKING OUT!! Visions of a random person walking into the church and posing as a family member there to pick up a kid flashed through my head. Mike started searching the building while I walked the halls with the other two kids, asking around if anyone had seen him. A few seconds later Mike came back holding a terrified and sobbing Jacob. He found him in one of the classrooms crying his little eyes out. He cried all the way out to the van didn't want to let go of Mike to get in his car seat. It was pretty sad. I'm pretty sure what happened was that when another parent came to pick up their kid, he slipped out behind them. He is a pretty sneaky kid. Then decided to go looking for me but couldn't find the primary room. The room Mike found him in was a bigger one like the primary room. So, I think he just got scared and confused. Poor kid.

I'm sure glad he is safe, but I think this experience may have just made me a tad bit more paranoid. *sigh*

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Incase you were confused...

The triathlon post was posted by Mike. Cause we all know how likely it would be for ME to do a triathlon....... haaaaaaaahahahahahahahahaha.

Woodlake Triathlon


Quick overview: Finished in 1hr 41min (<20min for swim, ~56min for bike, and 22min for run). The swim was 600m, bike was 17.2mi, and run was 3.1mi. The weather surrounding the event was very touch-and-go, involving severe thunderstorms, but the weather during the event decided to behave in the end. It was very exciting wearing a wetsuit for the first time, biking competitively for the first time, and trail running involving dodging quite a few mud puddles many of which taking up almost the entire width of the trail. Quite an accomplishment for me, this being my first tri. I plan for this to be the first of many, next one possibly being in October and twice the distance.

Now, for those of you that appreciate the details and have a moment to read:

I was very excited for this event, yet slightly nervous wondering if I would be able to do it in a respectable time (for me, that would be <2hr). Also, the weather forcast kept going back and forth about nasty weather that weekend. I looked two weeks ago and it was supposed to be clear as a bell and sunny. Then, one week before, clouds and possible thunderstorms entered the equation. Two days before, it was supposed to storm all of friday afternoon until sat AM but clear up with cloud cover before the race. Friday came and the storms blew in as expected with heavy rain/wind/lightening, and the forcast changed to include likely rain throughout the entire race (BUMMER!!!, I thought to myself). Luckily the storms finished by early sat AM and the rain cleared up in time for the race (but this helps explain the huge mud puddles on the trail). I breathed a huge sigh of relief because I was fearing not being able to dry off after the swim (while on the bike) and have issues keeping my stuff dry in the transition area (which I will now refer to as the TA) yet accessible as not to slow my transition time down too much.

Unfortunately, I was late leaving home and got there with <1/2hr to spare before I needed to be suited up in the water. What makes things worse is that all of the bike racks in the TA were taken, so I had to find a spare tree or pole to lean my bike up against. Then, I got marked and got my chip and thought it would be nice to use the facilities prior to starting only to find that for a race count of 300+ people, there were 6 portajohns...6, and a line of about 30 people that didn't seem to be moving. I thought about this for a couple of minutes in frustration, then realized that it was a great day to be a guy and found the "express-line" at another location (wink-wink, nudge-nudge). At which point, I noticed several other guys walking off inconspicuously to "find their own." So, two major dings against the organization of this race, but all was well.

I got suited up and prepped my stuff in the TA, and I headed down to the water. The water in the lake was much colder than the pool that I had been practicing in. I was in wave #2. The whistle blew and we were off. I had learned from other's experience to get to the far outside in the back to allow plenty of room to swim and not get kicked or struggle with inefficient strokes. This seemed to work well, I never once got kicked in the head or arms, and I found my groove (although, admittedly I did kick a couple of people). However, I had never trained other than a pool. The nice thing about a pool is that you can track your progress (destination and speed) much easier due to clear water and convenient markings. While the buoys and the anti-fog on the googles helped, but the water was murky and impossible to see any distance, so at times I wondered if I was moving at all or very slowly, and I found myself redirecting to stay on target and not add too much distance to the swim. In any case, the wetsuit helped my glide through the water a little quicker and to be more buoyant, and I feel like I finished in a respectable time, came running out of the water amidst the generic cheers, ran to the TA while unzipping the wetsuit, ripping off the googles and swim cap. This first transition went okay. Able to get off the wetsuit the rest of the way, dry off the feet and head, slip on the shirt, socks, and bike shoes.

Jogged with bike beside to the bike start area of the TA and was able to clip-in no problem even though the TA was very sandy and wet and others complained later of having problems with sand jamming their cleats. First stretch was nice and flat and I was able to maintain a good speed and stay on the aerobars to cut the wind better. Then, the rolling hills started which became taxing at times causing lots of thigh burning and the feeling of barely moving in almost the lowest gear possible. Then, it evened back out near the end (out&back route). While I felt like quite a few people were passing me on the up-portions of the hills, I was able to pass almost as many on the down-stretches and flats with the help of the aerobars helping me cut the wind better and not have to work as hard on the pedals. Also, the whole bike course was nicely paved with only a couple of pot-holes which were clearly marked and therefore easy to avoid.

I finished off back at the TA unclipping easily, sucking down an energy gel pack chased with some water, and changing into my running shoes fairly quickly (thank you quick-laces). T2 was definitely quicker than T1. However, my legs were DEAD from all those hills on the bike. I knew from training that this would happen and it would eventually go away after a 1/2 mi but it made for some slow going at first as well as misery and pain. Those of you that have run immediately following an decent bike ride would understand the feeling. The first part was paved which I was expecting the whole thing to be, but this ended quickly when I saw an arrow pointing into the woods followed by a wet, sandy path with copious large mud puddles that took some finagling on my part to avoid (MAJOR BUMMER). The wet sand was really starting to take it's toll because it was mostly giving with each step and offering little bounce-back in my step. So, I ran as close to the edge of the trail as possible which was nearest the grassy part as well as firmer ground and this worked better with the occasional bush or branch to avoid. Then, we got near the dam, and the humidity set in full force which added to my misery. Then, my inner quads decided that this would be a good time to start cramping up (painfully so), but I sucked it up and kept going. By this point, the jelly-legs feeling was long-gone and I was starting to pass quite a few people, plus the trail-portion of the race had transitioned back to the road. The cramps were still there but my joy of being off of that miserable trail and humidity was helping me block it out. The road kept bending and I kept hoping that the next bend would hold the finish-line, but my false hopes were mildly shattered a few times, but the finish line finally approached and I had just enough in me for one last sprint. I passed the finish line showing 1:41, but could not find michelle at first so went back towards the TA, picked up a free hotdog and banana, and slowly downed a water bottle. I eventually found michelle who so graciously came to cheer me into the finish line. My most memorable thought of the morning was: what a miserably-wild ride that was, but how happy I felt at the end looking back at what I accomplished.

Looking forward, I really enjoyed participating in this tri and plan to do many more while I'm able. I plan on signing up for the Pinehurst Triathlon in October. It is an olympic distance race (woodlake is considered a sprint) consisting of 1500m swim, 30mi bike, and 6.2mi run. We'll see how I go. Worst case scenario, I may end up only doing a relay portion of it (the swim, the bike, OR the run). Thanks for taking the the to read my rant, and for michelle loaning me her blog!
-Mike

Friday, May 28, 2010

The Potty Watch



What can I say? I'm a fan. Jacob is the type of kid who does not like stopping what he is doing to go to the potty, and I NEVER remember to remind him. In fact, I think he gets it from me cause I HATE stopping what I am doing to make him go potty. I also hate going into the kitchen and setting the timer in there every time he goes to remind me to remind him when it's time for him to go again. So, we have been going through about 10 pairs of undies a day. It drives me crazy. I bought this watch a while ago, but at that point he just wasn't ready for potty training. So, it's been sitting around unused. The kids would occasionally play with it (cause it plays fun music and all) but today I decided it was time to break it out and see how it would go. It has worked wonderfully. *knock on wood* Even when he's outside and I can't hear the watch go off, he gets all excited and runs in and lets me know the watch went off. And as soon as the song stops playing it automatically resets. So, we have successfully made it through half the day with no accidents. It's been awesome! :) I highly recommend this thing.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

2 Months

2 months old today actually, and he just gets cuter and chubbier every day!
Look at those awesome rolls. :)
Here he's flexing his biceps for you.

He's such a fun baby. We kinda like him. I think we'll keep him. :)

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

On A Tight Leash



I have always heard both positive and negative things about the toddler harness or "leash" as most people call it. When I was debating buying one I read as many reviews as I could and one thing I noticed was that almost all the people who reviewed it mentioned the negative comments they got from bystanders about how cruel it is to keep a child on a leash like a dog (most likely people who either had no children or had very mild mannered and VERY obedient children). So, I knew I would potentially encounter someone who would criticize me for being a bad or mean parent. I braced myself for it every time I used it for the longest time. But after a couple years of having it I only got humorous chuckles from passers by (probably people who knew exactly why I my child had one on). No one ever glared at me or had rude comments for me. Eventually I was able to use it without being paranoid about people judging me. Not that I should care if they were/are. I don't really use the thing THAT often. Mainly just in airports or where ever there are large crowds where my child could potentially bolt off and get lost easily.

We now have 2 harnesses. One for each toddler. We took them with us on our trip last weekend. We used them at Busch Gardens, which is where I heard that first negative comment from a passer by who thought the reason my child was throwing a fit was because he was on a "leash". Jacob was screaming and trying to run away because he wanted to go on the little roller coaster AGAIN! Mike had to pull him aside and calm him down and Steph and I kept walking with the flow of traffic as to not slow other people down (okay, we were pretending not to know them). As we were walking a lady, not knowing I was with them, says, "Maybe the poor kid just doesn't want to be on a leash." I wanted to snap back at her and tell her not to knock the leash because it had already saved his life that day. Yes, you heard that right. We were walking through the parking lot and each of us adults had a kid. Steph was holding onto Jacobs leash when he suddenly decided to bolt out from between the two cars we were walking through right into the line of traffic. Thanks to Steph's quick reflexes she pulled tight on his leash and stopped him just short of colliding with a minivan. We later ran into the people in that van in the park and they approached us. The lady says to us, "I bet no one can tell you guys that that leash isn't worth it." She was right. I understand that the harness isn't for every child, but no one can tell me I'm being cruel to my child. I know my child and know he is prone to doing things like that all the time. I got him that harness because I knew it would be a protection to him. So, to that lady at the park, where ever you are...

BITE ME!!!

The End.