What's been keeping us busy

I had no idea that boys could get into dressing up like girls...Koen in his all red outfit. It was his favorite for a few days. And yes, it included the bike helmet as well since that was red too. But hey, he's happy so why not!










You just can't feel any better than getting your peaches done and making loaves of bread all in one day. Man alive I'm a good mom!

Koen was getting wrapped up in Daradie leaving for preschool and wanted to be a part of it. It's his "first day of pretend preschool" picture.

When is this phaze going to end? I can deal with the Princess Barbies all over the floor and drawing ballerinas and princesses on every scrap of paper she can get her hands on. But this? Having to eat her breakfast with a tea cup, saucer, and teapot. Will she ask me to serve her breakfast in bed next?


I just finished another 10k and it felt awesome! It's amazing how we've been blessed with a body that remembers how to get back in shape. I am now proud to say that running 5 miles is not too much of a big deal and I can spit out 3 miles like it's nothing. The race was just around town and so the family caught up with me for the last mile. I did pretty good (finished at 1:04) with some minor detours. First, I promised myself that I would not get pre-race jitters and need to use the bathroom; unfortunately, I had to go and figured I'd run half way and then use the portapotty at mile 3. Ran to mile 3 and there were no bathrooms. Running a bit further and a saw exactly what I needed. I pulled a Teasha (a friend from high school that could go to the bathroom on demand anywhere) and went to the bathroom between two cargo trailers at a trailer dealership. Doing just fine and then looked up...looks like their security cameras will finally have a story to tell. Now feeling better and kept going and saw the kids waiting for me at the 5 1/2 mile mark. I tried talking Daradie out of wearing her black sparkly church shoes to the race because she wanted to run with me for the last bit. But, she HAD to wear them since they matched her black pants and she wanted everyone to say that she had pretty shoes on. Anyway, all 4 of us started running. Within 2 strides Koen falls flat on his face. No worries, 1 down and 3 to go. Before we hit the sidewalk Daradie's slick church shoes hit a pebble wrong and she twists her ankle. Now there are problems. Over the crying kids, Dan yells at me, "Get going! Don't wait for us. Crazy woman keep running!" That was the last words I heard from him as I turned around and headed for the finish line. What an eventful morning.