Running Stitch

Preperation for the Turtledash is well undercontrol, in fact we are all waiting to go to bed(Keith and Natalia haven’t arrived yet). We spent the day shopping and cleaning and shopping and cleaning.

And bossing people around. When I get stressed, the Oldest Child in me comes out and I start bossing people around. It’s not pretty. They keep coming around though, so Scott’s checks must be clearing each month.

Tammy, Lauren, Mel and I marked the run this evening, here is Mel’s Finish line Turtle.

Tammy mile marking with spray paint. Totally legal.

Just in case the line across the road doesn’t do it for you, Mel’s message does.

My littlest Turtle with Auntie, watching the mile marking in process

The guest have arrived, the course is marked. Now for the run.

hard day’s night
Originally uploaded by brit.

It’s so much work. Being the babies.

Earlier this week, I attempted a little brotherhood love photoshoot. It didn’t work out exactly as I had planned.

No babies were strangled in the making of this blog post

FREEDOM!

Running Log
5 miles pushing my 22 lb baby
1:03

(that was actually yesterday, but I was too pooped to publish my post apparently)

So I have given up on the house and instead am waiting for Magical Mel to come visit this weekend so that I can foist my kids off on her while I run around panic stricken organizing and cleaning the house. And maybe making spaghetti.

Today I gave up fighting the house and just let it go and I spent my time making these cute iron shirts for the baby Turtledash..

see cuz their little…and in training.

That shirt was kinda dirty because it was my trial shirt…I like to try things out before ruining the package of new shirts I bought. I WASH MY CHILDREN’S CLOTHES.

DON’T JUDGE ME!

Ahem. What was I saying? Oh right. Here is the huge pile of laundry I didn’t fold again today. I have employed Mr. Moo as resident bottle feeder of lil Baby Snark *(Just Kidding. He wants to do it himself but is totally supervised!) he totally loves it can’t you tell by his help me for THE LOVE OF GOD face? If you look closely at the pile of laundry you will see that Baby Wah Wah is staring fixedly at the kitty, aka Carrier of the Fleas.

She is not helping with the clean up.

And here we have another example of my fabulous mothering. We call this look, the Dirty Dog. Also know as Messy Moo your Mama never cleans you.

All that work was pretty rough on our Messy Moo and he passed right out.

Giving me time to get some photos uploaded and some emails answered.

Bob asked me the other day why I have so many mispellings in my emails.

This is why.

Most of my computer time is with baby in tow and now that he is Mister Grabby Pants, I’m having to hold his hands while I’m typing…sometimes I loose whole posts. It is a little frustrating. I try to spell check, but I also try to answer all my emails. It’s a balance like Jeanne says .

A note on that: I have put in a request to be adopted by Jeanne, she is going to hold my kids while I sew and I’m going to steal inherit all her quilts.

Just so you know. I got there first.

And now I must go to bed, for some reason I’m suffering from insomnia this week (pre race jitters) even though I’m exhuasted.

*edited to add: Um. Yeah Baby Snark….not my baby. I have been watching him for a month, yesterday was his last day.

And now Running Stitch proudly presents

Thirteen Thursday!

Thirteen things I hate about Flea Bombing the house

1. Flea bombing the house
2. Wondering what the baby just ate off the floor..cheerioo or dead poisoned bug carcass
3. the smell
4. washing the curtains
5. steam cleaning the floors
6. steam cleaning the couch
7. washing all the freaking plastic toys
8. all the things that I am not getting done for the Turtledash
9. coming up with thirteen things about the bombing
10. People who like to clean…if I have to read one more blog post about people who enjoy cleaning…..whatevah..I like a clean house to but puhlease….and get you patootie over here because I have one more rug to steam clean.
11. a waste of a week
12. it’s not sunny today and my rugs aren’t dry yet
13. chasing the cat ‘flea carrier’ out of the house repeatedly

confined
Originally uploaded by brit.

When traveling…

Or as we call it here at Running Stitch. Steam clean all the carpets and pray its’ sunny again day. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned the fleas. And the cleaning up of the carcasses yet. But it is not so much fun.

So. Much. Fun.

Also worth noting. You can stay up all night watching 5crub5 clips on YouTube.

Totally.

Running Log
Tapering a little too much
(didn’t get up for 3 miler this am)
Half Marathon in one week.
Zoinks!

My weekend didn’t go exactly as planned (We bombed the house for fleas. Oh. The. Joy.) And today isn’t shaping up to be that fantastic either (Cleaning up the bomb. Fab. Tab. U. Lous. Also, failed to get up to go for morning run. Awesome. )

So I am posting this quilt to cheer me up. It is one of my all time favorite creations. Sadly I gave it away to an October baby in the year 2000. That was before I learned to keep the quilts I liked because I might want them someday. These days I have a hard time letting quilts go, although at the rate I’m completing them that’s not much of a problem.

The Turtledash Half Marathon is a mere six days away and I’m starting to have Runner’s Regret or the Jogger’s Jitters, whatever you want to call it, which in my case manifests itself as physical ailments.

1. Suddenly my hip is on fire whenever I lay down
2. and sometimes when I walk it feels…wonky.
3. I have a runny nose.
4. My head hurts.
5. My feet stink…you know the rest.
6. And I’m pretty sure I have purple dots on my tongue.
7. Can you see them?

I thought not. I know it’s all in my head. This is the week before every half where I start to wonder why exactly, it is that I haven’t lost that ten, twenty, thirty…okay fifty baby pounds yet? Maybe fifty is stretching it, but it maybe its not.

Wah.

Look at the pretty pumpkin quilt. It will get better.

Running Log
3.5 miles
Let the taper begin

You know you finally get something done and everyone’s got an opinion

I don’t think he likes the hat.