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So proud 

All in all a great Saturday. Posted by lizzie at 8:32 PM 0 comments


What a weekend.... 

Posted by lizzie at 10:08 PM 2 comments


I ran a race

So, for most of my adult years I have wanted to be a runner.  I don't know why, but for some reason it always looked so appealing to me.  Until, of course, I would go for a run.  Then I would hate it.

After I had Milo, about 3 weeks after, I decided to sign up for a Half Marathon.  That was a bad idea.  I tried to train for it, but between nursing a new born baby and trying to find an hour to run with an empty bladder, it was way too much.  It started giving me post partum depression, so I ditched the race.

Then last fall, Lindsey said she had signed up for the Salt Lake Half Marathon on her birthday in April, so I took the oppurtunity to sign up as well.   When I started training, I couldn't run 2 miles without stopping.  But I stuck with it and kept running, and soon I was running 5 mile long runs.  Then I was running 5 miles multiple times a week with 8 or 9 mile long runs.  I couldn't believe it, I had become a runner.﻿ So the race was on Saturday, and I made it.  All 13.1 miles without stopping (well except for the small bathroom break at mile 5.2).  It was my first time running with people (Megan & Lindsey) and it made it WAY easier.  While training I did all my runs by myself.  Well, me and Ryan Seacrest on the radio.  So I was really nervous to run with people. What if i couldn't keep up? Or what if I needed to slow down or stop? Or what if i couldn't talk while running?  But it ended up being so much fun and so much easier with the fun girls.  The conversation made the time fly by and trying to keep up with them on the last hill kept me running. And we had a pretty good time while running too, as evident by the picture above.  When we were running by these cameramen they told us we were the best runners they had seen all day.  That was a winning statement right there.  Well, that and the sign a spectator was holding that said 'You are all Kenyan's today'.


Posted by lizzie at 10:39 AM 3 comments


Boys will be Boys Asher and Milo are definitely threaded with the same genes.  They both love trucks, construction vehicles, destruction, trains, loud noisy crazy things, etc.  So, we have a few sets of the little plastic Cat trucks, so one of them we use in the bath tub.  (what? you don't have constructions trucks in your bath toy bin?).
But the cutest part of this whole scene, is that they are both making crazy sound effects the whole time.  I want to say that Milo is just mimicking Asher, but even when Asher is not around he makes the same noises.
But what a cute little duo eh?

Posted by lizzie at 11:59 AM 0 comments


Milo - 1 Year In an effort to not make Milo think that I don't love him, I should probably do a little blog post about the dude.
Number 1. He is super cute. He is. I don't know what he does that is so cute, but he just is cute.

He is also a great actor. He has learned, very well I might add, that if he screams at the top of his lungs he will pretty much get whatever he wants. This especially works because if I'm not paying attention and he starts screaming I immediately say 'Asher! What are you doing to Milo?'. I've realized this pattern of Milo's and I'm trying to wisen up to it a bit. For instance yesterday he started screaming and I noticed he and Asher were having a tug-o-war over a toy. Instead of instantly blaming Asher I asked who had the toy first. Asher said he did, so I picked up Milo and moved him to a new location. The only hard part is it will only take about 3 times of that happening before Asher learns the trick and just always says he had it first.....but for now we have plan.

Milo is now 14 months old, so for those that don't calculate by month that means he's a little over a year. He's walking around, but not quite talking. He says a few words like Mama, Da-Da and Hot, oh and 'Dat'...but other then that he's still speaking a different language.

He get's into just about everything still, like the dog's water bowl or the vasoline under the bathroom sink. And just like Asher he has a weird obsession with the hair dryer, although he does seem to equally enjoy the hair straightener as well.

He eats like a maniac. He eats anything and everything. And he eats a LOT. I think he eats more then Mike on most occasions. I chalk it up to the growing boy that he is, and I just keep trying to give him a lot of fruits and veggies in hopes that he never stops loving those. His favorite foods are bananas, clementine oranges, and animal crackers. The other day I gave him a clementine to hold onto in the car, and when i went to pull him out of the car 10 minutes later he had bitten off a section of the skin and was sucking the juice out of it. I couldn't believe it.

The last little tidbit is the dude is not a cuddler. Well, not when you would like him to be cuddly. If he is upset and crying and freaking out, he will not hug you. He arches his back, pulls away and throws his arms and legs around. (again, back to the drama). The times he is a good cuddler is when he doesn't want to go into the crib or the car seat. So sometimes I stand next to the car for 5 minutes and relish in the squeeze he is giving me, because he doesn't seem to give it often.

And one last story about the drama. The other day I took Asher to swimming lessons. In order to appease Mister Milo I gave him a little sucker. When the sucker was gone he continued to suck on the stick and was trying to put the whole thing in his mouth, so I took it away and threw it in the garbage. He was not super excited about this and continued to scream and arch his back and thrash around. So I gently put him down on the ground to chill out for a second. He continued to cry, and then I would look down at him and he would fall back and thrash around and kick his legs. Then I would look away and the yell would get softer, then I would look back at him and he would fall back again and scream and yell and kick. I did this back a forth a few times just to make sure it was really happening. He is so teeeeeny weeny, I couldn't believe he was throwing a tantrum. But he was. A cute one I might add. So after about 15 minutes I picked him up and we walked back to the bench and he was totally fine. It's like an on/off switch, seriously. This kid is good.

Posted by lizzie at 3:15 PM 1 comments

