The inconvienient nap

It has happened to every mom, when your kid falls asleep at the worst possible time. Today was Easter, sugar mania. We had a big fun day of church, easter dinner and some easter egg hunting and playing with the new playdough the Easter bunny brought. By the time things had calmed down Deacon laid on my bed and his little eyelids look mighty heavy. Yup 6:00 and the boy is drifting to sleep.

Now I have a choice. I can:

A) close my eyes ma self!

B) bribe him to wake up with ice cream cones! trips to the park! going to his cousins Wills' house!

C) contemplate putting him in bed for the night, will he sleep the night through??

D) Pick up his sweet tired little body wrap it in a blanket and snuggle him within a inch of his life.

What would you choose? I chose D and it was oh so good. I laid down with him on the couch and smelled his skin and kissed his cheeks, all the things my almost 4 year old does not really let me do. I snuggled him and thought about things that are weighing heavy on my heart and my mind, suddenly I felt lighter and more peaceful. After my 15 minutes of snuggling I woke Deacon up with the promise of riding his bike around the block (!) So I suppose the nap actually came and the exact right time. Happy Easter one and all!

Running away

A few months ago I was feeling down and out. I had just had my third miscarriage and I was feeling so discouraged with my body. I hated feeling such sad thoughts about myself and I needed to do something that would make me love my body and myself more. Cheesy? Maybe, but necessary for my sanity.

I decided that I would run the Salt Lake city 1/2 marathon. I had five weeks to train and was probably crazy. Somehow the training really came together. I was able to work up to 10 miles with no injury or mishaps. While doing my long runs I thought a lot about my body and what it had been through. I found myself often times feeling so thankful for the body I have and for the ability to do things like run. Also a few prayers of thanks were said during the long quiet runs.

If you do not like to run it is hard to understand the desire to run 13.1 miles. Curtis will always think I am crazy for doing it, I feel crazy around mile ten, but finishing is one of the best feelings imaginable.

The race was fantastic, awesome course and I loved seeing so many people out running. My friend Jenny met me at mile 6 I was so grateful. Knowing that I had someone cheering me on was a huge motivator. And I got to ditch my jacket on her, thanks Jenny! And then seeing Kris my sister in law run and give me a big hug at the end was so fun! She is a great running partner even if she smokes me!

Of all the things I want to be or do in my life a runner is a big one, I am working on it! And I love my body for helping me become all the things I want to be.

So long farewell!

Kallin is moving to Texas, boo hoo! I will miss my MAC bff and bake off challenger. Love you!

When life gives you lemons

you make lemonade right? So what the hell do you do with a million oranges?? A girl in my neighborhood was selling oranges for a fundraiser so I bought the smallest amount offered which was still a ton for my little family. Even after giving a bunch to my friend I still had so many oranges.

Tonight after dinner I was faced with a perfectly clean house and time on my hands, that is when the sweet tooth and the domestic craziness comes out in me. I pondered the ingredients needed for a million different treats compared to the ingredients on hand, things were not looking good. But what I did have is a bazillion oranges.

So I have this fantastic cookbook that Kira, Curt's sister and Sharon my mother in law put together a few years ago for Christmas. One of my favorite features is that on the bottom of most recipes it has a little quip like "this is great made with left over potatos, but with Grandpa around that does not happen often!" Or "Kira's very favorite, a little more work but worth the extra effort!"

I remembered in my beloved cookbook the recipe for ORANGE cookies! Made with fresh squeezed orange juice. Like a sugar cookie but much lighter and softer. Then you top it off with frosting made with more fresh squeezed orange juice. Now I am not saying I improved on the frosting by adding 2 tablespoons cream cheese, but you be the judge. They were the perfect ending to a pretty good Saturday.

Anytime Deacon hears that kitchenaid mixing he comes running. Tonight he asked what I was making I told him cookies, he gasped and said "oh deeeelcious!" So Kira when you update the cookbook add my name next to yours as my favorite.

Lucky number seven

Our anniversary is usually right in line with a vacation of some sort, which always makes for a good picture for my happy anniversary post. Usually Curt is missing a tooth or has a black eye so I figured us being totally sweaty would be peeeerfect.

I suppose like a missing tooth a black eye or a sweaty picture our marriage and life together is totally imperfect. Throughout all the hard things we have gone through in seven years (which is not much, we are so grateful) I have been so glad the person I have by my side is Curtis.

Though I hope the next seven years are without black eyes, missing front teeth (please do not bring back hillbilly husband!) I will except them with open arms if it also means what these last years have meant: laughter, excitement and happiness.

Happy anniversary Curtis, I love you I love you I love you, that's all I need to say.

Nothing says vacation like

Curtis doing something weird to his face.

Cinderelly Cinderelly

I am feeling a little blue, I will spare you the details but I just feel down. We are a equal opportunity household therefore Deacon likes any and all Disney movies including Cinderella. I laid down with him for a bit to watch it today. He particularly loves when the little mice make the dress for Cinderelly, I personally like her cheery disposition.



The opening scene if you remember shows Cinderella getting ready for the day singing, I got real tears when she sings "no matter how your heart is grieving if you keep on believing the dream that you wish will come true" ladies and gentleman real tears during Cinderella.



It reminded me of one of my favorite NieNie posts.

Then I remembered I am blessed, loved and that I do have faith in my dreams (and in lots of others things, this also makes me happy). So as Cinderella said "have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through, no matter how your heart is grieving if you keep on believing the dream that you wish will come true." That sounds good to me.