Dustin.Shelley.Brinley.London
Monday, May 11, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Rainbows for Dinner???????????????
When driving home the other night I was so excited to show Brinley the beautiful rainbow out the window. She loved it! She couldn't get over it. She kept telling me she wanted it and saying "hold it mom" I tried to explain to her that she couldn't hold it and that rainbows were just to look at and of course she asked, "why?" and I tried to explain it to her. She seemed so frustrated that this beautiful rainbow was just to look at so next I hear,
"Eat it Mommy? I want it. Eat it"
"You want to EAT the rainbow?"
"Yes"
"Brinley, you can't eat rainbows."
"Why? I want it eat it rainbow"
Thanks so much Brinley for making me smile every single day of my life and for teaching that the simple things in life are what matter most. I absolutely love being your mom more that anything in this world.
"Eat it Mommy? I want it. Eat it"
"You want to EAT the rainbow?"
"Yes"
"Brinley, you can't eat rainbows."
"Why? I want it eat it rainbow"
Thanks so much Brinley for making me smile every single day of my life and for teaching that the simple things in life are what matter most. I absolutely love being your mom more that anything in this world.
Thursday, May 07, 2009
Planting Flowers
No matter how close I watch her, every time I do yard work Brinley manages to pick flowers behind my back so we planted some to make up for my loss.
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Girl's Trip
Last weekend I went on a girls trip. We stayed at this cabin by Heber. Our trip consisted of staying up late working on projects, watching movies, talking, eating lots of junk food and shopping in Park City, but if I'm being honest my favorite part of the trip was eating at Subway... I'm POSITIVE we found the worst Sandwich Artist EVER, but it was worth it because I am still laughing about it AND... we didn't even bring home the Swine Flu. Thanks girls for a great weekend. You guys are so much fun!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
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