Yesterday I sat Brinley on the potty after I noticed her face going red. I encouraged her, but after a few seconds of pushing she got discouraged and said, "It doesn't work mommy, I done."
Dustin.Shelley.Brinley.London
Thursday, April 30, 2009
This Girl Makes Me Laugh
Yesterday I sat Brinley on the potty after I noticed her face going red. I encouraged her, but after a few seconds of pushing she got discouraged and said, "It doesn't work mommy, I done."
Monday, April 27, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Michael Alleman 5K
On Saturday Troy and Amanda ran the Michael Alleman 5K with me. Michael was killed in Iraq in February, all proceeds went to his wife and children.
Troy and Amanda both did great especially since Troy hadn't trained and Amanda just had a baby. Troy came in 13th place and I'm guessing there was over 150 runners.
I'm going to do something I NEVER do to save me some typing and post an entry from my journal. Don't worry, it's not too personal...
April 19, 2009
Taking Time To Heal?
Friday afternoon my foot started hurting me. I figured it must have been the crappy, flat, hard shoes I was wearing. It felt similar to the way my feet felt after walking around New York for days in nothing but flip-flops, but possibly could have been from my run the night before.
My hurting foot made me nervous about Saturday’s race. This was something I had looks forward to so I just hoped that a good nights sleep would heal my foot.
I didn’t sleep much Saturday night... Not because of the race. I just didn't sleep good. When I woke up Saturday morning I was nervous to take that first step as I got out of bed. My foot seamed to be feeling a little better, but definitely not healed.
I tried on a couple of different shoes and wore the ones that caused the least amount of pain.
When we arrived at the race I tried a few short runs to see if I would actually be able to run on my foot. To my surprise there was a small amount of discomfort, but I could run. The pain wasn’t bad enough to stop me from running.
When running a race I hope that I can be calm and just run like I run any other day, but I can’t. When I hear the gun shot there is something different inside of me – some feeling similar to adrenalin, but it’s not adrenalin. It’s a feeling of competitiveness like I have something to prove. I believe this feeling is what makes races so hard for me. When I run for fun I like it, but in a race I feel like I’m running to get to the end. It’s like I just want to get to the finish line. I try to keep my mind deep in thought as my feet pound the asphalt. In this particular run there was a few times that I had to keep my mind off the discomfort in my foot.
When I near the finish line, that is when my body fills with adrenalin. Sometime during the race an older man had passed me and I could see him several yards in front of me. I began sprinting and told myself I was going to pass that man. I passed to the right of him and crossed what I thought was the finish line, only to see a volunteer telling me to come this way. I had crossed the finish line on the right side of the road and had to turn around and go back through the ribbons on the left side of the road, adding what felt like 10 seconds to my time and letting the older man cross the ‘actual’ finish line before me.
When I saw my time I was actually surprised. I had finished in about 25 minutes, not a great time, but a personal best for me. It must be that competitiveness I talked about earlier.
Weird that I could run a 5k on my foot, but all of the sudden I could hardly walk on it anymore. The pain worsened throughout the day and I am now hopping around and trying to stay off of it.
I can’t help, but compare this race to my life. I like to run on the right side of the road, it feels natural to me, but sometimes running on the left side of the road is what gets you to the finish line. Sometimes we get hurt and if we don’t take time to heal or sit out once in a while the outcome will be worse. However, sitting out doesn’t break records.
Troy and Amanda both did great especially since Troy hadn't trained and Amanda just had a baby. Troy came in 13th place and I'm guessing there was over 150 runners.
I'm going to do something I NEVER do to save me some typing and post an entry from my journal. Don't worry, it's not too personal...
April 19, 2009
Taking Time To Heal?
Friday afternoon my foot started hurting me. I figured it must have been the crappy, flat, hard shoes I was wearing. It felt similar to the way my feet felt after walking around New York for days in nothing but flip-flops, but possibly could have been from my run the night before.
My hurting foot made me nervous about Saturday’s race. This was something I had looks forward to so I just hoped that a good nights sleep would heal my foot.
I didn’t sleep much Saturday night... Not because of the race. I just didn't sleep good. When I woke up Saturday morning I was nervous to take that first step as I got out of bed. My foot seamed to be feeling a little better, but definitely not healed.
I tried on a couple of different shoes and wore the ones that caused the least amount of pain.
When we arrived at the race I tried a few short runs to see if I would actually be able to run on my foot. To my surprise there was a small amount of discomfort, but I could run. The pain wasn’t bad enough to stop me from running.
When running a race I hope that I can be calm and just run like I run any other day, but I can’t. When I hear the gun shot there is something different inside of me – some feeling similar to adrenalin, but it’s not adrenalin. It’s a feeling of competitiveness like I have something to prove. I believe this feeling is what makes races so hard for me. When I run for fun I like it, but in a race I feel like I’m running to get to the end. It’s like I just want to get to the finish line. I try to keep my mind deep in thought as my feet pound the asphalt. In this particular run there was a few times that I had to keep my mind off the discomfort in my foot.
When I near the finish line, that is when my body fills with adrenalin. Sometime during the race an older man had passed me and I could see him several yards in front of me. I began sprinting and told myself I was going to pass that man. I passed to the right of him and crossed what I thought was the finish line, only to see a volunteer telling me to come this way. I had crossed the finish line on the right side of the road and had to turn around and go back through the ribbons on the left side of the road, adding what felt like 10 seconds to my time and letting the older man cross the ‘actual’ finish line before me.
When I saw my time I was actually surprised. I had finished in about 25 minutes, not a great time, but a personal best for me. It must be that competitiveness I talked about earlier.
Weird that I could run a 5k on my foot, but all of the sudden I could hardly walk on it anymore. The pain worsened throughout the day and I am now hopping around and trying to stay off of it.
I can’t help, but compare this race to my life. I like to run on the right side of the road, it feels natural to me, but sometimes running on the left side of the road is what gets you to the finish line. Sometimes we get hurt and if we don’t take time to heal or sit out once in a while the outcome will be worse. However, sitting out doesn’t break records.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Easter Sunday
I know her outfit is adorable, but she insisted on wearing it.
Brinley in her new Easter dress
Abi and Brinley showing off their new soccer balls.
My mom is the best Grandma in the whole world! She always takes such good care of her grand kids.
Sabra, Brinley and Abi
Coloring Easter Eggs
I wish I had a picture of it, but I don't. Brinley took a big bite out of an egg and just started chewing... THE EGG STILL HAD THE SHELL ON IT. So we pealed this egg for he to eat. It' looks like she's enjoying this one much better than the last.
Dustin and Madi-moo
Brinley showing off her GEEN (green) hands
Brinley and her Dad
Monday, April 13, 2009
Baby Animal Days Play Group
Me, Brinley, Pyper, Ashlie, Shalise, Mason, Kaden
And one with Stephanie
Brinley liked watching the animals. She was standing by these sheep when one started to pee she said, "look water."
Brinley LOVES horses! She was so excited to ride this pony!
Brinley wanted to pet the snake. After she pet it she said "Ewww Yuck."
It was FREEZING so it's a good thing we had this little boy coat in the back of our car.Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
So Stinkin Cute
I took Brinley to get her 1st haircut today...ok, her first haircut by someone other than me. We cut it in a fohawk and it's SO CUTE! You can't really see the haircut in these pictures because we just did it messy. She's so cute I can't stand it!
Sunday, April 05, 2009
YUMMY!
Patty Cake-Patty Cake
Roll it and roll it
We'll call this one marking it with a "B" I think she left her mark on these cinnamon rolls since she is actually licking the raw dough
Looks like they're good enough to eatThursday, April 02, 2009
Food Storage, Hair and Kids are Cute
I'm kind of obsessed with food storage right now. It's has been a goal of mine to get a year's supply. So, I ran to the grocery store the other day because there was some deal I couldn't pass up and I hear this little girl in line behind me say, "Mom, mom... That girl has red in her hair." The mom goes bright red and ignores the little girl. "MOM!!! WHY DOES THAT GIRL HAVE RED IN HER HAIR?" I just laughed. The mom was so embarrassed and just pretend that she didn't hear the little girl. I wanted to talk to the little girl and say, "I know it's kind of crazy huh", but I didn't. I just let the mom feel stupid. KIDS ARE CUTE!
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Please pray for this man
Anyone who knows my husband knows that he is a pretty great guy... partly because his dad did a great job raising him and partly because of his Grandparents. Dustin has been really close with his grandparents, I guess you could say at times they have been more like parents to him. They have had such a huge impact on his life and have helped "mold" him into the person he has become. My husband's heart is aching as he worries about his Grandpa who took a turn for the worst this past weekend. He is in Logan Nursing and Rehab and we are all just hoping and praying for a full recovery so we can spend lots more time with this great man who has touched all of our lives. We love you Doyle, just keep fighting!
This is not an April fools joke
I did it! I made it an entire month without sugar. It actually wasn't too bad. I think I'll do it again sometime, but not this month... I have too many boxes of unopened girl scout cookies. Plus, Easter candy is good! You wouldn't believe all of the stuff I turned down though. Oh, and yes it is 7:30 in the morning and yes I did already eat a homemade Oreo for breakfast NO thanks to my sister who made them two times last month. I don't think I even wanted it, I just ate it because I can.
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