Monday, November 18, 2013

It Marches On

I can't keep up with everything that's going on with us on this blog, and I'm pretty sure most wouldn't want to hear absolutely. everything. that happens with us. Here are some highlights from the past week.

Logan got his first haircut this past Thursday. I never understood prior to having a child how this could be an emotional event. And lest you think this is some bad foreshadowing, I wasn't emotional about it at all. I can kind of understand now that maybe someone would feel some sort of nostalgia for the original hair that grew from your baby's head - I mean I guess that's the reason? But no worries, we swept up some curls and they are safely in a small plastic bag sure to be put in some box that we will misplace for many years. 

This is what his mop looked like before. His hair had gotten very long but the only place you could really tell was in the bath when it was all wet. Since it's pretty curly, it wasn't a big issue, but now that it's gotten cooler and the humidity has dropped, it got pretty crazy.

Sometimes it would hang in his eyes and he would insist on a ponytail. Which is weird for a little boy, but he loved it. If he saw a hairband around my wrist he would point at it and then try to gather his hair up. Marty would refer to is as his Samurai top knot.

We took him to one of those kids haircut places which was very bright with lots of cartoons and big colorful characters around. I'm sure this is the seventh layer of hell to any hair stylist. Logan did surprisingly well once we plied him with animal cookies and little toys to hold.

And here's his new look.

We also had a great weekend. Saturday morning started off at OSB World Headquarters to jog over to Bond Park for a local 5K.  Marty pushed Logan and we brought Tassie along, too.  Marty wasn't going to run because a lot of the course is off road and rooty/hilly so not all that conducive to stroller running. Erik kept Marty company during the race (and got to see how strong Tassie is when she see's a squirrel. or duck. or insert anything). Doug, Daniel, Christina and I all did the 5K.  It was fun - a toughish, wet course and for a great cause (proceeds benefited the MPS Society, and lots of kids with the disease were out there to cheer us on).

You gotta love small local races - one little boy who was in a track start at the line with about a minute to go, turned to his dad with wide eyes and said, "Wait! You mean we're running 3 MILES??!!"

Junior Awesome stood guard at the start. 

There were other people in the race. I swear.

Post race pre breakfast gorge.

That night was our annual OSB party. We had it at an Irish bar this year and as always, lots of fun was had and lots of beer was drunk.  Not as much beer as last year, though, I think we set a record in 2012 (and many probably wanted to forget the day after and were on better behavior this time around).  The next morning (after Logan slept into 8:00am - can I get a "AMEN!") we did a family bike ride at the American Tobacco Trail, with Marty pulling Logan in the Chariot trailer behind his mountain bike. We need to get one for Tassie, too, so she can join in the fun.

And finally. Thug life.

Monday, November 4, 2013

I know, I know

It's been awhile. It's not you, it's me. Seriously - life has been very busy so not having anything going on is NOT why I haven't blogged. Work has been crazy and just getting through each day with enough time to hang out with Logan and Marty has been tough. Marty is now done with the cross country season which is great for me (no more Bri-neglect). He had a great season and the kids absolutely love him, so I try and keep my complaining to a minimum. I know what an impact a coach can have on you growing up. I still to this day consider my high school cross-country/track/basketball coach as the very best, particularly in terms of motivation and confidence. It was all shot to hell during college with another coach, but that's another story for another day.

Anyways, I'm rambling. Logan is awesome. He's speaking English and Spanish and baby and sometimes you don't know what he's saying, or if he's really saying anything at all. But he has a lot to tell you anyways! I mentioned before, but back in June we switched daycare's and he's in a Spanish immersion daycare now. These are some of his favorite words: agua, ayuda (help, although he pronounces it 'aduya'), no mas, manos (hands), caballo (horse, he says 'ballo'), zapatos (shoes, he says 'pato' which actually means duck but he does mean shoes) dos, and no. Of course, that's the universal favorite word in every language. If you ask him different body parts in Spanish he can point those out, too. He also says tons of English words and will repeat new words that we say everyday. He can say 'touchdown!' and throw his hands in the air (we've been watching a lot of FSU games, after all)

Other than lots of work, I've been doing minimal training. My foot was bothering me for a little bit so I took some time off of running. I think it was just some tendonitis or bad shoes, but it's feeling mostly better now. I'm swimming a solid 1x week, and wasn't biking until yesterday when I finally got out (and it was cold) and am so out of shape that by the end my quads were quivering on the tiniest hill.

I got in one 5K a few weeks ago before my foot started acting up, but unfortunately I was getting over some sort of sickness so wasn't feeling all that great. It was still a fun race - local cross country course that I had never run on and Logan ran into the finish line with me. That was super cute.  I was the first girl in the race, but 3rd overall and that was my award - 3rd place.  Love that.

And here are a several pictures from the past several weeks.

Before the 5K cross country race. Logan was none too pleased when I ran away from him.

A group of us split a house on Wrightsville Beach and cheered on the Beach2Battleship racers. This was a very fun weekend.

Park playing with dada

Logan was Elmo for halloween. He kept the hat on for ~3min. We are bad parents and didn't take him trick-or-treating figuring he wouldn't know what was going on anyways. Instead, we went to a local bar for dinner. That's how we roll.

I went to Greenville, SC with some close friends to cheer them on while they raced Rev3 Anderson. I am a really good spectator. This was also a very fun weekend. And Greenville is a great town.

Logan and I went to the Children's Museum in downtown Raleigh while Marty was coaching his boys and girls cross country teams at the State Championships. Here, I am trying to teach him strategy in a giant Connect 4 so he can beat his Aunt Shana one day.

The other morning it was cold and dry and he had straight hair. We were all, who is this kid?

But it curled back up later in the day.  

Work stress relief at Umstead on my mountain bike.

And Logan already loves 'Unning!' Can't get the kid to stop.