Too much Dave

I think we're listening to too much Dave Ramsey in the car. Last week during dinner, I asked Garrett how the food was. He replied with enthusiasm, "It's better than I deserve!" Thanks, baby.

Family Photos

Here is a link to the photo session we did last weekend with my whole family. http://cozyimpressionsphotography.com/Rendon/ Thank you, Tanya!

New look - again!

Garrett's transformation continues, and he is now rocking glasses! He has been pumped about leaving Superman behind, and trying out Clark Kent. He really gets hassled so much these days to save people, and there's only so much four-year old can do - even with super-human strength. Now he can take a break with his new secret identity. He has been wearing them for just a few days now, and really seems to be adjusting well. It's been fun to watch him staring at things through his new perspective, and I'm happy to know that his eyes are finally getting a rest. The optometrist told us that he has been compensating a lot, which is good for functioning during the day, but not good for his little eyes. He's gotten a lot of compliments, and we're happy that we're not fighting him to wear them, at least for now.

During the eye exam, straining so hard to get it right

New glasses

He was way more proud of the new tattoos

One wrong step

Unlike my addicted husband, I haven't run consistently since last October when I paced him in his hundred. Yes, I've gone out here and there, but I guess I just felt that 37 miles was enough for awhile. Weeell, when you do the math, that's averaging a little over 2 miles a week. Not a great plan, plus I don't think the body really banks the miles that way. Let me also give the excuse of ridiculously cold mornings, during which I don't want to leave my warm bed to get in a hot shower, much less to hit the freezing trails.

So, I decided March 1st was the day. I woke up Monday, listened with great hope for the storm from the previous night (I like running, okay, not getting up early), and with no indication that it was going to continue, set out for the familiar paths. It was crazy muddy, but I managed to put in a modest 4 miles without landing on my backside. When I got home, my left knee ached a little, my calves were covered in mud, my legs were a little tired, and it all felt so good. You would have thought I'd run 10 miles, with the high I was feeling. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed it.

Then, the course of my morning changed when I heard my cell ringing on my nightstand. I ran to grab it like it was the most important person in my life on the other end (okay, it was, but I talk to Ryan a dozen times a day and could have called him back), and squarely smacked my toe on the chair in our room. I don't think I made quite the impact on the chair that it did on me. The toe next to my pinky toe is now a little fatter and blue, with about a half-dollar sized circle of blue spreading on the top of my foot. I don't know if it's broken, jammed, sprained, or whatever else happens to a toe, but I do know that my running streak has been temporarily suspended. I can't express how much I'd like to take back two seconds of my day yesterday. I don't even need them back, just erased.

The good news is, my hubby and kids have been really helpful. In keeping with their personalities, G continued to ask me what he could do to help all day, Ryan ordered me to sit once he got home and wouldn't take "no" for an answer, and when G told Scout that I'd hurt my toe and needed her to help out, she said "Sar-sar" (sorry) and "umm, no" to the idea of pitching in. She did, though, and that's what counts.

So, I'll put those muddy running shoes aside, and chalk it up to a lesson in slowing down - but not on the trails.