This weekend is the first ever Penquin Stampede at the Calgary Marathon, in Calgary, naturally.
Needless to say. I’m not going. But some of my favorite RBF’s are hosting. Both Karen (running her first marathon Sunday) and Dawn are organizing the RBF Canadian get together.
The are huge inspirations to me in the Running sphere and in life. As much as like boys, I feel that special comraderie with women (crazy i know) and especially moms and grandmoms. Maintaining yourself and your training is hard work, but having to start over AT THE BEGINNING every time you give birth. That’s rough and I hope to do both Karen and Dawn proud when I run my first 5k (since Baby Wah Wah) this Saturday.
It’s not a marathon. But right now, It feels like it.
The Queen of the Snarks delivered a healthy 5lb30z Prince of the Snarks at 4:04pm yesterday. I had no Idea it was so exhausting to be one of the folks standing around the delivery room. I feel totally beat up and exhausted today. I mean I Know the whole giving birth thing is tiring but who knew the other people in the room were tired too. Kudos to all those bedside hand holders. You deserve it!
Pictures to come soon. Somehow I forgot my camera both in the delivery room and when I took the boys back to visit the Prince.
My baby in his bumbo as the centerpiece for lunch….Priceless.
We’ve been keeping ourselves busy here at Running Stitch and I am happy to report I actually finished something.
Just under the wire I finished this baby quilt for the Queen of the Snarks. She is being induced tomorrow this is officially the first baby quilt ever finished before the baby was born. I’m so proud.
I’ll be holding the Queen of the Snarks hand through labor tomorrow (if she lets me) it should be interesting. I’ve never been to a birth where I wasn’t doing all the work. So I hope I can live up to the stellar example my husband and sister set during the birth of both boys.
In other news Moo has become insistent that I carry him in the sling. Which is a problem, and uh not going to happen! We solved this issue briefly tuesday by allowing him to wear his friend’s sling that she got for her birthday. So I guess I’ll be whipping one of those up for him too. Do you think I need to find him a naked baby doll too?
define neck support.
I have taken Karen’s challenge to Run at night under advisement. I love running in the dark. It so quiet and cool. And since I missed my morning run yesterday (alarm clock troubles) I thought about doing it this morning when I picked my sister up at the airport, at 2am. Which I was happy to do
1. because I got to drive the air conditioned car
2 because I only had to take the baby
3. because at 2am I was doing 45 on one lane of the freeway due to construction
4. no morning commuter traffice
5. yeah did I mention the construction?
I even took my running clothes with me. However this morning at 3am as we drove past the lake I made a personal discovery. Apparently, these days. I am a huge pus.
I’m not afraid of the dark. Really. Usually I run at 5:30 am and most of the year that is in the dark. Of course I usually run with another person in a circle around a lake where I know everyone and have seen the same people running for years.
Apparently it is just too outside my comfort level to suit up at 3am and jog that same circle. I’m bummed I thought it was a great challenge.
Maybe next time I could talk someone into doing it with me.
Almost eleven. 83 degrees in house. Getting up at 4:30 am. To Run. Ack. Worked on a hand piecing project today because too hot to move and too hot to quilt.
Operation Christmas Challenge.
Yeah I didn’t get very far. It was hot.
Saturday’s run: 3.5 miles Felt good. Very happy and got it in before the heat wave broke over the northwest.
Shop Hop: Well I only hit those 7 stores but that’s enough for a quilt. My sister made it to the shop near her but didn’t get the whole shop hop thing and so didn’t pick up the pattern (um. fired.) but she did make up for it by getting me two yards of the theme fabric (possible redemption). My brother didn’t return my emails about posing as a quilter to get the block from the store near him. (years of taunting and forcing him to dress up as Rose on Little House on the Prairie because we needed another girl, obviously not paying off here.)
It is so unbelievably hot here (Especially for us northwesteners who think the world is always 60 degrees) And the boys and I spent the afternoons hiding in the basement watching Thomas the Tank Engine and Stealing Beauty (age appropriate) while The Man attacked blackberries and try to reclaim the yard. He’s manly like that.
The baby rolls over. No more leaving him unattended for hours on end…..no wait.
The Moo sings now. It’s hysterical. Lots of drawn out words. “Oh daaaaaaaa, poooooor daaaaad, ooooh jack ( a train) poooooooor jack. He fallllll dooowwwwnn.”
And that brings us to the end of our accomplishments for the weekend. I’m finishing up another nursing shirt right now. I definately need at least seven. And BoM ’04 is dangerously close to being the first baby quilt I’ve ever finished before the baby arrives. Just the bind to go. Maybe during Nap time?
That darn Zoot she is the coolest. Look at my pretty new flowers. This was a design she had for about two days on her site and decided she didn’t like.
You know what they say..
One Woman’s discarded design? Another Woman’s favorite new look.
What do you mean you never heard that? They are saying it!!
Anywho, all this shop hopping or as I like to call it DRIVING MY UNAIRCONDITIONED CAR FOR WAY TO LONG AND GETTING LOST WAAAY TO OFTEN, has got me thinking. And yes it hurts. I just don’t spend much time alone these days. And driving long distances with two passed out babes in the back lends one to ponder one’s so called life. As it was.
I like my life. It’s true. Even when thrown into harsh contrast with old college buddies who unexpectedly pop out from behind bushes and yell “Booyah Baby!” She was fabulously dressed, wearing fabulously high heeled shoes, and fabulously living in the big city. Bartending. Cool.
And I sat there thinking, I should feel uncool, in my maternity (what?!) outfit with my drooling baby bumpkin on my lap. But I didn’t. Maybe a little fuddy (as in duddy) and maybe a little reminiscant of the past. But good. I love my kids. I like where I am. (And have you seen my fab new site? Booyah)
I ran three miles today. And it was hard. But I’ll run 3.5 on Saturday and on and on. Life is, while not newsworthy, nevertheless, lovely.
What? You thought this post was going to be deeper because I said I was thinking? Pshaw.
So after I got lost on the Shop Hop…yes again, shut up! I returned home somewhat earlier than expected and stop by The Man’s work for a chat in the parking lot. We turned around to find this imposter had crawled into his brother chair.
“What? I am the baby, see me sucking my thumb?”
“Awww right, you got me! I’m not the baby….I ATE YOUR BABY. Stinky ol’ baby”
Running Log
3.0
can’t seem to remember to stop my watch now that it is not keeping time
Do some underlying technical difficulties that I do not fully comprehend and you do not care about, at all, the Man will probably be working all night long tonight and so had a bit of a lay in this morning which means I didn’t have to take the boys running. Yahoo.
Unfortunately Moo didn’t comprehend this either and was up at 5am naming everything in the house “door, square, meow (cat), shoes, juice, cheerios, Mama, Baby, Daaa, milk, pig, juice, triange.”
So he went to the lake and kept Grandma company as she was a lonely walker today.
Today’s run was hard. Plodding. Heavy. I wanted to stop. Alot.
It will get better. I know it.