Friday, December 11, 2015

We've known you for 10 months!

One day this month, you were slowly waking up in the morning. I was trying to cajole you out of bed by making little nom nom sounds on your hands and you gave me these sweet sleepy little smiles while still staying cuddled close. That is such a rare moment of stillness and sweetness with you. Your spirit and independence are really starting to shine.


You were on the move so much this month. You started to cruise along any vertical surface, and you found stairs (ahhh!), the toilet (ahh again!!), Kiwi's water dish, and basically every other dangerous nook and cranny in the house. You got your first real injury when you closed your finger in the bathroom cabinet. Ouch! Your sad little cries were so heartbreaking but you got over it quickly and healed like a champ. You also have gotten good at high fives and making actual clapping sounds (vs. Just hitting your hands together). You are a baby of many talents.



This was your first Thanksgiving! We had our first quiet family dinner at home. You got to eat carrot soup, lentil stuffing, mashed potatoes, and bread. You really were only into the bread but you tasted all of it! We went out for Indian with my parents the next day for our non traditional extended family celebration. Once again, the bread, this time naan, was a big hit. Yummy carbs.


We went on our first family flight this month. We went to see your great grandma in Idaho. I was very, very nervous leading up to the trip. I'll write more about it because it was an adventure deserving its own post.



You're still not a huge eater, but you some things hold your interest- avocado, apple, bread. You have 4.5 teeth and have started to really bite things with them. It is inexplicably adorable to hear you crunching away on food. Everything you do is cute.


Little man, you light up when you see me and crawl right to Daddy when he gets home. You make us both feel so loved, and I hope we always can do the same for you.

Monday, December 7, 2015

2015 Alexandria Turkey trot recap

Nick and I ran the Alexandria Turkey trot again this year. It's a tradition that we started before D and hope to continue. I figure (clueless first time mom here, nobody tell me if toddlers are more challenging please) this year would be the hardest since D is young and his sleep schedules are so tenuous. Luckily, the race starts at 9, so it meant we had a reasonable wake up time. We got there with plenty of time to spare, the weather was pleasant, and everyone was in good spirits.

This is a big stroller- and dog-friendly race, so they arranged for a separate starting line for strollers and dogs. We started at the same time, but on a parallel path. We joined the main group after a couple hundred yards. It was super congested, but Nick was driving the stroller like a pro as we tried to hit a decent pace. From past years, we knew that the race started off crowded and stayed that way for several miles, so hitting any goal paces is hard right at the start. Nick was taking no prisoners though, and we passed tons of people.

The rest of the race flew by as we kept speeding along. I was struggling to keep up with Nick. His stroller pace is my PR pace! We were both pretty spent by the last mile, and D let us know he was done also. We finished in just about 38 minutes, 7:37 pace (!!!!), and we were the 11th and 12th in the "stroller" category, so Nick was probably actually in the top 10 strollers! Awesome, especially for such a big (4000+ runners) race. It was a hard but really fun race, and I'm thankful, as usual, for Nick pushing me, figuratively, and pushing the stroller, literally. He's the best.

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Howlin 5K and CAASA Step by Step 5K 2015 Race Recaps

On Halloween, D, Nick and I headed out to run our first race as a family. Up until this point, D's always stayed with one of my parents while we ran, but he was going to hang in the stroller this time. Lucky guy.

Official time was 21:40- 6:46, 6:52, 7:07 (ugh).

We ran another 5K in the rain the following week. This time, Nick's family joined us, which was awesome. D rode with Nick again and I tried to keep up with my high school coach for the whole race.

This time- 21:22 and I beat my coach!

These are the last races we'll be able to run this year due to travel. I'm so, so proud of myself for all the improvements I've made this season, even if they were mostly just because of time elapsed since giving birth, losing baby weight, and getting some miles in, versus real quality training. Could I be faster? This year has me excited to see what else I've got in me. 2016 was supposed to be the year of my return to marathons, but maybe I'll give 5ks another shot? To be determined.

We've known you for 9 months!

Dearest baby, you are so cool.
You clap (inconsistently), you wave (sorta), you cruise (when the thing you're cruising to is mom or dad).





You love apples, cucumbers, peas, avocado. 

This month was your first Halloween. Now, nighttime and socializing are not your favorite things, so we kept it low key. We went to a party the weekend prior and you hung out with some baby friends. You and dad were matching little Navy guys. My heart grew two sizes seeing you both in uniforms.

You're adjusting to riding in the stroller (you rode in the stroller while Daddy ran in 2 5K's this month!), and even riding in the car is not impossible anymore, given the right timing.

You are learning to love Kiwi, much to her dismay. We are teaching you "gentle pets" which is like trying to teach Kiwi to do calculus. You love grabbing things, including fur, so we have to be very careful when you're around her.


Your first time trying Ethiopian food. You enjoyed mesir wat. That's my boy.



I have so much to say, but no time to type because you are busy, busy, busy. You can climb stairs! Open cupboards and drawers! Ahh!

Although the days with you are get easier, the nights are not. You are challenging to get settled. I hope it's not because you're in pain or discomfort, but it's so hard to tell. Life would be 110% happy and joyful if you would sleep better. Right now we're at about 95%.

Keep growing, keep learning, keep making us laugh. You are the best thing we've ever done. 

Monday, October 19, 2015

Dreaming big

Subtitle: in which my blog title becomes relevant again.

Nick ran a 10 miler the other week. He crushed it, running sub-8 minute miles on a beautiful, sunny, cool morning. I volunteered, helping with some race setup and finish line logistics, but mostly I just thought about how much I wanted to be racing. The Year of 5Ks (tm) has been wildly successful, and exactly what I needed when taking care of a wee baby, but I miss running long. I want to take my current short distance speed, add endurance, and get my damn BQ in 2016. Damnit.

I have a very tentative plan to accomplish this: train hard for a fast half (tentatively the Alexandria half) in the late spring, assess my capabilities, then train for a late fall marathon (VERY tentatively Rehoboth marathon). This is all dependent on D of course. He still can't really be away from me for more than an hour without freaking out. However, he is getting more chill in the jogging stroller, so it's possible for me to run 3-5 miles most days. This means I can do everything but the long run with him in tow. Hopefully by spring, he can spend 1-2 hours away from me on the weekends.

In 2013, BQ seemed like a crazy unachievable dream. It still seems far off, but I am determined. This year of racing faster has also taught me about caring for my body. I have enjoyed running and "training" because I'm fueling myself better. That fuel might often consist of like 6 granola bars a day, because who has time for forks when baby is PULLING HIMSELF UP who gave you permission to do that!?!?, but I'm not asking my muscles to run on empty. I'm eating a ton because keeping my supply up for D has always been a priority, and as a side benefit, I've been running well. I'm also taking more days off from running and I weigh a bit more than I did the last time I was training. I'm in a way better place. I need to remember how good it feels to eat enough so i can get some fast times next year.

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

We've known you for 8 months!

Usually I start writing these posts as soon as I finish the previous one, but this month that didn't happen. We've been busy!

You really began to move this month. You began scooting by pulling yourself with one arm, then doing The Worm to move forward, then sort of an all-fours movement, but still not textbook crawling. Whatever, you are moving around no problem! It is great and awful. I used to put you on your playmat and make breakfast, checking in on you every couple minutes. Now, if more than 30 seconds has passed since I looked at you, you're somewhere else entirely. Most likely trying to eat an electrical cord. Baby proofing. Yeah. You've also started to pull yourself up, with a little help. You'll crawl over and try and climb up my body, usually while whining. It is adorable and makes me feel very loved.

You met more family members this month! We traveled to New Jersey to see Nick's family and you met your aunt, uncle, and 2 more cousins. It wasn't the most relaxing visit, but everyone loved seeing you, you just didn't love all the attention.

Eating is going so much better! You have really taken to it. You aren't necessarily eating a large quantity, but you sure are moving some food around. You love potatoes, broccoli, green beans, and bread. You're also addicted to baby puffs and would eat them for an hour if we let you.

This was a month of activities! You had swim lessons, which you mostly dislike, music class, which you also dislike, and storytime, which, surprise, you barely tolerate. I really needed to leave the house, but all these things are a little much for you. We'll keep trying music and storytime, and maybe return to swim lessons in a few months.

This month we really settled into a nice routine as far as naps and awake time. As long as we stick to that, we can do most things, but once you begin you get tired, bedtime had better happen. It's hard being adorable for an extended period of time. I totally understand.

I wish I could bottle you up, Little Man. You are so active, inquisitive, and fun. Your soft little body relaxing into mine is a rare feeling these days, you are always on the go. It is so easy to get lost in the day to day survival and miss out on the wonder that is you- you growing and learning and becoming your own little person a little more each day. I try to take a step back more often and record the perfect soft squish of your cheeks, the dimples on your knuckles, the warmth of your belly and the little "ooo" sound you make when something intrigues you in my memory. These days are slipping by and I want to hold you like this forever. You are so loved.

(Where are the pictures? In a land where my phone and the computer don't both malfunction in the same week. I'll be back with more)

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

2015 Chaptico Classic 5K & Pet Day 5K Race Reports

Two, two, two reports in one.

We ran the next 5K event in the Grand Prix a couple weekends ago. It was one of the area's "big" races with about 350 participants. It takes place in a really pretty, farm-y area near our house. The 5K course is an out-and-back. This sounded like no big deal when I looked at the course map, but UGH it's disheartening to just run a long straight stretch.

Nick ran with me again, yay! We started out FAST. 7:05. I saw that tick by and was instantly worried. I was ahead of my high school cross country coach, who is historically faster than me. I think that may have contributed to the pace dropoff in the second part of the race. Or I was just grumpy that we'd run 1.5 miles out and now needed to run back. Grump.

Next 2 splits were both 7:25, plus 6:35 for the nubbin. I really could not dig deep and find anything in the last mile, I was doneskies. Lackluster run time was 22.50, which was good for 1st place in age group for me. I think I was third woman? When I asked my high school cross country coach why there weren't many fast women around, he said he wasn't sure. Um, the proper response is "Laurel, you're plenty fast! Go you!" Way to stroke my ego.

Why does my darling husband always look so fresh and strong and I look like I'm dying?

Two weeks later, we ran the Pet Day 5K. Dogs! Dogs, everywhere! This race was a bit of a mess from the start. There was quite a line for packet pickup (there are only 100 participants, why so much line?) and when we got to the front, we weren't registered. I still haven't determined whether it was my mistake or theirs, but either way I ended up running back to the car, getting the checkbook, and running back to write them a check. The whole time I was grumbling "I need to pee and feed my baby with my body you selfish people where are your priorities"  because I'm a super nice person when I feel pressed for time. Did I mention D had a huge butt explosion on the way there, too? And I was getting to see one of my best friends from high school for like 45 minutes at this race? I HAVE THINGS TO DO I AM IMPORTANT. 

Anyway. Things got settled and we lined up at the start. By "we," I mean, me, Nick, and the baby attached to me. The feeding was the last thing to be accomplished and was done at the last minute. D might argue that it wasn't done at all since I unceremoniously popped him off so I could go run. Poor baby always gets the short end of the boob. The race started super well... we passed a walker in the first 10 meters. Walker, you're doing it very wrong. 

First mile ticked off in 6:47. Say whaaaa? I was pretty sure that was bad news, but you can't unrun a mile, so we kept on trucking. Nick was with me again, he's the best. I didn't even check my times for the next 2 miles (7:14, 7:18, 6:56 for the nubbin) because I was very focused on not dying. It was a hard run for me, and somewhere around 2.4 miles I just gave up. I was well ahead of all the other women and my (oxygen deprived) calculations determined that I was NOT going to PR (pre-pregnancy PR is 22:24). I said screw it and stopped trying. But Nick wouldn't have it and he encouraged me really well. We finished strong(ish) and I was amazed/confused to see 22:00 on the clock. Say whaaaa? (again). But mile 2 brain said I was going to finish in 23 minutes! Next thought (really) "ugh, a new PR?! I have to try hard at every race now!" 

I got first woman, Nick was 2nd in his age group, it rained, D freaked out (early wakeup + time without mom and dad = grouchy baby). I got to visit with my friend (HI MEGAN!) for a bit, collect a super cute medal, and head home.

22 minutes? I guess I need a new goal? Yikes. 

Monday, September 14, 2015

We've known you for 7 months!

This month had so many firsts! You got to see your new pediatrician for the first time. He held you and flew you around while making airplane noises. That warmed my heart! I think we'll stick with this one (finding a doc for you has been an adventure... I might write about it someday). The doctor gave you clearance to start complementary foods a.k.a "solids." You have eaten a ton of foods. I lost track because you pretty much like everything we give you, which is super fun.

You don't particularly like your high chair, so eating is challenging especially once you tire of being in the chair. We tried to get you to love eating but after the first week it became apparent you are not a fan just yet, plus your tongue thrust reflex is still quite strong, so we took some time off. When we tried again a few weeks later you were way more into eating. Hooray!

 You're very funny with random bits of food, like a lemon slice I gave you at Panera. That was awesome and you happily chowed down on it for several minutes, devouring the flesh. You didn't even do the cute wincing thing the Internet would have you believe all babies do when tasting lemon. You also enjoy nomming on carrots. It soothes your teething pain.

Speaking of teething... yikes. That's been a real challenge. Midway through the month, we started noticing some firmness behind your lower gums. Teeth! Long-awaited teeth! By the end of the month you had one tooth all the way through and another one most of the way through. So cute, but so painful. Your nighttime sleep has been particularly bad because of the teeth.

You also got clearance for riding in the jogging stroller. I was so excited about this! It means more runs for me, more outside time for both of us (the Ergo is toasty unless it's before 10am, and other wraps aren't sturdy enough for long walks), and just more freedom. Well, you weren't having it. I tried to take you at naptime and it was an epic failure. At my mom's suggestion, I tried shorter runs, close to home. I also timed them to start just when you've woken from a nap. Success! We worked our way up to 3 miles at a time. It's not particularly exciting to run the same mile loop behind the house, but it's working for us for now until I get brave enough to venture farther. 

You have grown to love the water! You love bathtime in the sink and you also went to the pool for the first time. It was really fun. You didn't quite know what to do, but you enjoyed sitting on my lap in the infant pool and splashing around. You're just the cutest baby ever. You have gone to 2 swim lessons so far. The first one was pretty fun, the second was... Not so much. Getting your head wet is not always your favorite.

You had professional photos taken for your 6 month "birthday" plus I had photos taken to capture our breastfeeding relationship- August was Breastfeeding Month, apparently. The pictures came out amazing. You were not super happy at either shoot, but they got some really good shots and captured your silly personality. 
Can you even? I cannot.




You are the reason they make tag toys for babies. On any toy, you will play with it in the normal way, but once you find the tags it's game over. You will gently chew/suck on them. You do the same with my phone if you get the chance, you are obsessed. 

I hope no one else is running for mom of the year, because here I go... This month, I started to like staying home with you. It took 7 months, but you are now mostly a joy to spend the day with. Watching you learn is incredibly rewarding, and everyday you change a little. It's amazing to watch and I feel so lucky I get to spend so much time with you.


Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Popping in

A year ago, I looked like this and thought it was glaringly obvious I was pregnant.
I seriously thought everyone was staring at my belly, speculating about its contents. THERE WAS NO BELLY. 

Now, my 14 weeks pregnant "belly" has turned into this sweet little fellow. 

First time at the pool!!

What a difference a year makes...  

Thursday, August 13, 2015

On having a high needs baby

It started around 2.5 weeks into D's life. He started being "fussy." Since this is the normal colicky period, we resigned ourselves to a couple months of nighttime fussiness. We tried working out his gas with leg bicycles and tummy massage. I cut out dairy (and then added it back in) in an attempt to remove potential allergens from my diet. I became diligent about his naps in an attempt to prevent him from getting overtired. We shushed and bounced and swayed the days away.

But then, the magic "it gets better" points came and went. His digestion did improve around 5 months, but the nighttime grouchiness continued. It morphed into daytime grouchiness. Some days he cried constantly.  He was put on antacid medication by one pediatrician, then another said it does no good and "reflux" will resolve soon anyway.

In the midst of all this, I started googling "baby cries all the time" "baby never sleeps" "X weeks old and still colicky." I was directed to various sites and articles that seemed to fit D. They described a "high needs" baby. It fit him perfectly! Can't be put down, feeds all the time, doesn't sleep well. It was a relief to find out he's "normal" in his own way, but also frustrating because I didn't want to have a baby that was special, even if it meant he was totally developmentally normal, just tempermental. I didn't want to label my tiny little guy, but I wanted desperately to know I wasn't alone.

Thank goodness for Facebook. There are many groups for moms who have babies like D! And as I read their posts, they sounded so familiar. "My baby hates the car." "I can't take a shower without him screaming the whole time." "Why are his naps only 30 minutes long?" There is comfort in knowing there are others out there in your same difficult situation. The moms who'd been at it longer had pointers.

But it's still so hard, because the Internet is virtual, and D is real. My nights are still so, so hard. Every time I hang out with other moms with babies, I'm reminded how different he is. When I'm asked to leave storytime at the library (yes, that actually happened), I'm reminded how different he is. Every time I turn down an invitation because it might possibly interfere with his finely tuned nap schedule, I'm reminded. When he cries when anyone other than me or Nick holds him, I'm reminded. When I'm stuck standing outside the restaurant or party with a screaming baby, I'm reminded.

I know that this too shall pass, but right now things are still rough. I know "the days are long but the years are short," but these days are not getting any shorter. When I see a mom with a toddler, I am so hopeful for the future. We just have to make it there.

Monday, August 10, 2015

We've known you for 6 months!

Happy half birthday, baby D!!!

Eating your activity center.

Eating my glasses.

Could you be any cuter? I attest that you could not. Remember when you were this wee little guy? 

I'm not crying. Who's crying? Definitely not me.

This month, you started laughing slightly more. We still have to work hard to get a laugh out of you. You like when we say the word "toot," which we say a lot because your gas is a big subject of discussion around here. Parenthood is like that. You also like your neck rolls nommed on and raspberries on your belly. Funny noises can easily get a smile out of you, but a laugh is something that requires a bit of effort. You're also rolling over from back to tummy now all the time! Then you scoot backward. Crawling is so frighteningly close. Plus, you're sitting up, mostly! And you found your feet! This month has been huge for development.



You also decided that Kiwi is the coolest. You want to pet her and be in her life at all times. It's precious, although Kiwi would probably beg to differ. 




You stayed on antacid meds this month and wow, you are different. You seem overall happier, and you very rarely have "unsoothable" periods. That is huge. It's such an improvement that we've even ventured out to restaurants a couple times. Then we're quickly reminded why we don't go to restaurants. You're not a fan. Maybe someday... 

You are still a voracious eater. I'll do another post about breastfeeding thoughts later, but in summary, we won't be stopping anytime soon. You'll start solids once we get the go ahead from your pediatrician this week.
You still have zero teeth! Everyone we've ever met says "teething, eh?" when they observe your grumpiness and penchant for finger chewing. If that is the case, these teeth have been emerging since you were about 6 weeks old. You're just drooly and like to chew things. Everyone needs a hobby.


Baby D,  I have spent a lot of your life willing you to grow up, to grow out of whatever stage you're in because maybe things will get easier for us if you just got a bit older. This month, as you got a little brighter and laughed a little more, I starting wanting time to slow way, way down. You are a sweet, intense, loving little guy and I want you to stay this wee and precious forever. I can't believe half a year has passed since you entered our lives. It is a blur of smiles and tears. You have challenged us so much, and we love you for it.



Friday, July 31, 2015

I barely recognize myself

Since becoming a mom (when will that no longer be weird to say?) I've made some life changes. My core personality has been rocked in many ways. Here are some of the trivial ones.

- I care what time things open
10am on a weekend? Come on. What am I supposed to do when I'm up at 6 and want coffee or breakfast? I called the pharmacy at 8am the other day and was irritated that they weren't open. Get on my level, businesses. 

- Dancing in public is a thing I do now
Silly voices, sick dance moves, vigorous swaying. I'll do it all if it'll calm or entertain D. I no longer have shame.

-nursing in public? No big deal.
Speaking of no shame, I care a lot about breastfeeding and its normalization. I basically just feed D wherever and whenever. He doesn't eat on any sort of schedule, so while I don't plan on whipping out the boob in every store we go to, sometimes it just happens that way. I'm oddly not self conscious about it. Baby eats when he needs it. 

- I can fall asleep in 0.2 seconds
I used to lay in bed and toss and turn for hours. Not anymore! My nights are a blur of being in and out of bed, nursing and bouncing on the ball. I barely wake up all the way before I get back to sleep. In some ways, being overtired is preferable to insomnia, but then the other night I got off the ball and couldn't figure out where I was. Seriously. Lost in my own bedroom. That was weird. I'm so tired.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Miracle Mile

One part of our running club's grand Prix is running a timed mile at one of the summer track meets. They hold them weekly and it's a really good time. it's fun to see people of all ages and abilities competing in a relaxed atmosphere.

We attended the first meet and I was so nervous. Run a single timed mile? Yeah, ok, that's something I haven't done in 13 years. Nick and I warmed up then hung out and watched the little kid events. I wasn't sure which mile heat I should sign up for. They were split into < or > 7:30, and the fast heat had some really fast people, like local high school kids who run sub-5:00. I went with the fast folks in hopes I wouldn't look super silly.

Who's got 2 thumbs and is in denial about her ability to wear pre-pregnancy shorts? Yeah. 


I ended up running a 6:42! Yay me. The best part was running almost the whole race with the same guy, and kicking it to the end with him. The fast finish and chance to "race" was great.

This is me and my racing friend. Posting even though my pelvis is eating my shorts because this photo shows how fun it was to race this guy. Also, so in sync! So heel strike-y!

I had hoped to go to another one of the meets and race again (see: above photo. I was clearly not in a pain place... I wanted to race again and get to that place), but D wasn't having it. He gets grouchy at that time of day and the stimulating environment, muggy weather, and bright setting sun were not ideal for a baby. Next summer he'll be able to participate in the kid races so hopefully we'll get to go more.

Monday, July 20, 2015

The every dayness of it all

The other night, Nick was out of town for work so it was just me, D, and Kiwi at home. And then I got food poisoning. Great timing. As I puked for the second time while my screaming baby clawed at my neck, I thought "This. This is what I wish I'd known about motherhood."

It seems so obvious now, and maybe everyone else knows it already, but you are a mom every day. All the days! Even if you have a headache, or you're puking, or you didn't sleep well (spoiler: you'll never sleep well again). This little person needs you, and those needs don't scale according to the amount of energy you have.

That's been one of the hardest things for me, and I remember when the gravity of it first hit me. D was tiny, just a couple days old. My milk hadn't come in, but in his perfect little mammal way, he was nursing constantly in anticipation. I felt like I wasn't giving him what he needed, and for the first time I realized that I was the one keeping him alive (plus Nick, of course, but I've got the boobs). Keeping him ALIVE. Holy shit. That's a lot of responsibility.

There's no vacation. No day off. No TGIF, because Saturday is interchangeable with Tuesday as far as the baby's concerned. No going to your favorite bathroom stall, the one with the burnt out light so it's nice and dark, to close your eyes, cry or relax. That bathroom stall sanctuary ceased to exist when the baby came out. Now when you need a moment, you just.... You don't get one. Moments to regroup are no longer a thing.

There are single moms out there who do everything, every day, and I'm in awe. My pregnant friend is going to be without her deployed husband for the first 3 months of their baby's life. I honestly couldn't handle that, and I know I am so fortunate to have the support system I have.

I should end on an "omg, he's sooooo worth it " note, and of course he is, but being worth it doesn't change the fact that parenthood is like Groundhog Day plus poop and screaming (and minus Sonny and Cher, because who still has a clock radio?). Tomorrow is another day. That is amazing-more smiles! more wee baby snuggles!- but it is also another day, just like today.

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Blog talk

Let's get meta up in here. Blogging about blogging.

It's been quiet around here. I have ideas, but they all seem really mundane. I mean, I stare at the same (amazing, adorable) face all day, every day, I feel like I'm boring to the outside world. But I'm not boring to myself! My life is super interesting. To me. And hopefully Nick.



Blogging is weird. I started this blog to chronicle training for my first full marathon in 2011. It has been with me through 4 marathons, an engagement, a marriage, and a baby. This blog is my longest relationship. That's not a depressing thought at all.


It's a little sad that the most-searched phrase that leads people to this blog is "baby turkeys." I once posted a picture of baby turkeys. Apparently the internet loves that. Baby turkeys baby turkeys baby turkeys. #pageviews.

This totally flows, I swear. 

Other search terms? "Flo Rida biatch" and "happy birthday job." People are weird. Or maybe I'm weird because, well, those searches are leading them here.
Blog stats are like a focus group about your blog. 

I'm going to keep blogging when I feel inspired, but it'll definitely continue to be sporadic. I mean, I can try to type 500 words every day about my treadmill run, but... no one wants to read that. Instead, I'll pop in when something important happens, like D turning a month older. Those updates will still happen, as will infrequent race reports. Don't miss me too much. 

2015 Race to the Creek 5K Race Report

On the 4th, Nick and I woke up extra early to run a local 5K. It was close to my parents' house so my dad was easily able to watch D for us. So helpful! The race director was my old high school cross country coach. I ran (it's a pun!) into him earlier in the week and he mentioned that he only had about 20 runners signed up. YIKES. Our last 5K was teeny and most of the participants were walkers, which makes for a slightly boring, non-competitive race. Luckily, he must have had some late sign ups because the race had about 50 participants, many of whom were high school kids who were fast. Much better!

I had a banana, granola bar, Clif gel and coffee before the race. We got there a little later than I had hoped so I was standing at the start line nursing D. Kid's gotta eat. I also didn't get a warm up in, which was not ideal. My last race was fairly successful and I attributed that in part to a warm up with strides to get my legs going. Oh well. It was warm, but not hot, with bright sun.

Nick wasn't feeling great so he decided to run with me. Awesome! I would not have had the race I did without his support. My goal was to get sub-23 (last race was 23:37 about 7 weeks ago, so this goal was admittedly ambitious). This race has some short but intense hills. I wasn't sure what that would do for my pace, but I was determined to run strong. When we started, a bunch of kids took off quite quickly and I saw I was the 4th woman. I hoped to improve upon that place, but my overall goal was a new post-pregnancy PR.

Each mile had a considerable uphill climb as well as some downhill. Splits were 7:26, 7:33, 7:27, 6:12 pace for the nubbin. Finish time, according to my watch was 23:08, but Nick says he saw us cross right at 23:00. Official times haven't been posted yet. I was third female, first in my age group (and I won a gift certificate! Woo!).I'm very happy with this time but the race highlighted, yet again, my crappy mental game. The last three quarters of a mile of every 5k are torture for me, mentally, even if physically I'm hanging in there. Garmin cadence charts show this vividly. 

I don't really know what to do about this. I know it's a problem for me but I let it happen every race! This time, Nick helped push me through, but even with his help, we were literally a quarter mile from the finish and I couldn't muster anything fast until we passed the 3 mile mark. Frustrating.

I still have my goal of sub 23 before the end of the year. I haven't been doing much focused speed training, just a fair amount of plodding medium length runs on the treadmill (goals be damned, Maryland summer heat is unpleasant), so I'm certain as long as I keep it up I'll be able to run just slightly faster at these next few races. Next year I'll dream bigger with respect to time and distance.

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

We've known you for 5 months!

I start these posts immediately after I finish the previous one so I can add to the post as the month progresses. When I start the post, I find myself thinking about what this time next month will be like, because you change so much every day, every week.

You love standing up! It is absolutely your favorite thing to do. We can often calm you down but holding you up and letting you put pressure on your feet. You are so strong, Little Man.



This was also Nick's first Father's Day. I got you guys Big Dipper and Little Dipper shirts. Yours doesn't quite fit yet, so a stock photo will do. I'm pretty psyched for you two to coordinate.

In some ways, life with you is getting easier. In other ways, it is getting harder. You no longer hate the car seat with a fire of a thousand suns! That is huge because I can actually drive places that are 5 or 10 minutes away. That opens up whole new possibilities for outings for us! The grocery store! Starbucks! 
You fell asleep in the car holding tight to your Moose. So freaking cute.


On the other hand, your sleep has been super awful this month. You've been "waking" up seemingly in pain every 45 minutes or so. The pediatrician you've been seeing since birth blew me off and basically said to deal with it. Nope nope nope. You are clearly in pain, that's not going to work. We went to a new pediatrician and he immediately thought it sounded like you had reflux. We started you on Zantac and thus far (it's been a week) it seems to help. Reflux is diagnosed in babies with incredible frequency but I can't deny that the meds seem to be making you feel better. You are still needy and grouchy, but you might be a little more pleasant. A bit.  

This month was your first 4th of July! We didn't do anything to celebrate (aside from running a fun local 5K) because it doesn't seem like loud noises are your thing. Next year though, I'm hoping you'll love the bright lights and sounds. Or we'll just hang out at home. That works, too.

This month the Supreme Court also made a decision that allows gay marriage in all 50 states! Before having you, I never understood the idea of "making the world a better place for our children." I mean, I knew what it meant, in theory, but I didn't really... get it. Now, when a momentous decision like this is made, I think of how it will affect your future. You get to love and marry whomever you want! Your happiness means the world to me, and that decision means that you'll have one more piece of the happiness pie available to you. 

Keep on getting cuter, little man. Can't wait to see what next month brings us.

Monday, July 6, 2015

Right in the moouth

As I was browsing pictures the other day, I realized we have a ton of D with things in his mouth. That's his current favorite thing to do- grab anything and put it directly in his mouth. Everyone assumes he's teething but teeth are nowhere to be seen. He's just being a baby. Here's a sampling.

Daddy's fingers and a toy?! Bliss.

Moose antler: making car rides possible since 2015.

The ice cream container. He calls the shots around here, and he wanted this. 

Lovingly licking the phone I put next to him in the wrap. 

Hands in mouth. Classic. 

Double fisting!

Gnawing the bejeezus out of a toy. His bite is HARD and when he gets a finger it can be intense, but so adorable.