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-Henry David Thoreau

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Potty trained

Just a quick update on Terran's potty training.

When we went to Texas, I was nervous Terran would regress with his near perfect potty training. At the airport he told me three times he had to pee and never peed in his diaper. I was surprised and impressed. When we got to Brad's house, Amanda got their training potty out for me, but Terran quickly decided he didn't like it and figure out how to climb up on the big potty and go. He had a few accidents at their house, but did really well.

Before we had left to Texas, we had gone shooting and I taught Terran how to pee outside since we would be going camping soon and I didn't want to have to carry a potty everywhere anyway. He caught right on and I was thrilled. However, he likes it a little too much, so that has been a tad of a inconvenience when we are in public places.

Now, probably about a month after training, he is near perfect in the pee category, but his poo needs a little of attention. In Texas, he would go on the toilet and it wasn't a big deal, but then he started resisting that and soon would only go outside or when he had a diaper on for nap and bedtime (I always explain when I put a diaper on that we only use that at nap and bedtime so that we don't wet the bed). That continued on at home. He is still going outside way too often. The positive is that he always tells me. He also dislikes poop in his diaper so he tells me right away when he does go. I am trying to be consistent in explaining that we poo on the potty and not outside, and I help him flush it down the toilet after I clean it up. I am a bit frustrated that he keeps going outside, but I want to refrain from anger with the situation so we are taking this issue slow and steady. Talking about it a lot seems to help, so now I am hoping that I can time it better and help him remember to use the potty more.

All in all, he has done great and I am surprised at how happy I am not to be changing diapers anymore!

7/24/15 Update: I kept working on teaching Terran to poo in the potty, but not much was changing. I wasn't sure what to do. One day a few weeks ago he had an accident on his car rug in the playroom (the only indoor poor accident) and Zach was the one who found out. I was tempted to help but didn't. Zach took a while to clean it up and I listened to him explain to Terran that he can't do that, etc... The next day Terran told me he had to go so I sent him to his potty and he told me about Daddy saying he had to go in the potty and the he can't go by his cars. Since then, he has not gone outside and I don't think he has even gone in his diaper. Froggy potty, all the time. I guess he just need a little dad guidance about the whole thing.


Summer is here and I have to say, as a Stay at Home Mom, summer is a fun time. There is a lot to do with the weather being nicer, neighbors are almost always out playing, my little man likes to get tan, and most days we come up with fun activities.

There is a snow cone shack at the gas station by our house, and now on some nights, Terran gets it in his mind that he wants to go, hops on his bike, then heads over there yelling "yummy" as he rides. Zach and I then scramble to get money and shoes and catch up to him. It's actually quite funny.

We have already spent many days swimming. We went to the Round Up Parade. We did the hike in Kanarraville, and after how much Terran liked it, I'm determined to find more close by to do. Terran has his buddies in the neighborhood and we usually end up doing things with them a few times a week.

We love that Jake and Lacey and Cal live just across the street. They have quickly become some of our best friends and we do most of the summer fun stuff together.

Next up we have a camping trip and swim lessons planned. Like I said, summer is a fun time!

Kanarraville Falls with Dave and Burt

Dave and Burt were going to be at my parents' house for a day or two at the end of their rafting trip. Zach was staying in Ogden for work, so it worked out quite well for Terran and me to go down and see them. I'm always impressed with how well we have all kept in touch with the physical distance between us. I knew that its making little efforts like a three hour drive that can make the difference.

I had seen pictures of the Kanarraville Falls and realized it was quite close to my parents' house, so I asked if everyone would want to go. They were game so we made it happen. It was so beautiful and definitely worth the time. It is my new favorite hike in Southern Utah. During the hike, I talked with my dad how I love being active and it makes life so much more enjoyable. We were all still able to visit a lot, but see gorgeous scenery while we did.

The first evening we had a barbecue and caught up on things. They all pitched in stories about the river trip that I loved hearing about. The second night, after the hike, we went to Benja's for dinner and had a nice evening. Of course, it went by too quickly, but I was so grateful for the little bit of time we could spend together.

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Utah Valley Marathon

Well, well, well. Ever since running this as my first marathon and not finishing, I knew I would come back. I never regretted my decision to stop at mile 21, but I still wanted to race it again and beat my original goal of a sub-4 marathon.

It was really hard to get the training in and by the last three or four weeks, I was not really feeling it. Zach was gone a lot of the time and a lot of the workouts were forced. Our trip to Texas didn't really help my confidence because not only did I end up having to skip two long runs, it was hard to fit in my taper runs as well. The heat and humidity, along with kids and scheduling, made it not the best week leading up to the race.

A few days before the race, it hit me that I might end up suffering a bit. I still had those flashes of imaginary grandeur where the race turned out perfect and I somehow managed to PR, but I knew reality was going to be a little different. The problem was that I felt like it really could go either way.

I couldn't come up with a solid approach. I considered running watchless, to see how I did by feel. I considered shooting for 3:45. I considered going for a negative split. I considered going for a steady, even pace the whole way. The night before I got thinking and decided I would see how far I could go with the 3:35 (BQ time) pace group. I knew the likelihood of me dying out was high, but I also thought I might surprise myself as well.

I kept with the group, but paid attention to my effort as well. I didn't push too hard. I was feeling pretty good, and actually getting pretty optimistic. Around mile 8 I had some strange pains in my abs and rib area, mainly on the left side. I couldn't figure it out because I was actually feeling really well and not breathing hard. I had to walk to get it to settle down. I thought I had torn an ab muscle. So I lost the group. After walking and deep breaths, I was able to run. Then I had to walk again. It was back and forth for about two miles. I found if I took deep regular breaths it seemed to help. So around mile 10, on a good downhill, I was able to takeoff in hopes of catching the 3:35 group again. I was running about a 7:10 min/mile and I knew I would regret it later, but it was exhilarating and breathtaking. The scenery was beautiful and physically I felt unstoppable. But, that pace was not maintainable and I started pulling back as the downhill decreased. I did come within about a tenth of a mile of the pace group and kept them in my view until about mile 15. That's when it got a bit harder for me.

I was able to run and walk to keep a steady pace. I almost couldn't help but run a 8:12 pace, but then I would walk to let me body catch up. I tried to pull my pace back so I could walk less. I tried to go to the bathroom around mile 19 because I wasn't feeling super hot, but it really just served as a break. Then I mentally fought for the next several miles. Walk, run, walk, run. I was pretty happy that I was able to keep up with my goal at this point. My second marathon (first one I finished) was a 3:57 so I really just wanted to beat that. I kept track on my watch to make sure I was able to. Even though I walked way more the last few miles than I would have wanted, I was happy with my efforts since I knew I wasn't really prepared for the race. I was looking for Zach and Terran the last two miles, and I missed them, but I made it to the finishing chute with tears in my eyes. That was a hard one but I reached my goal and worked hard to get there, never giving up. I was worried I wouldn't be able to find my boys, but I heard Zach calling to me shortly after I got some fuel. I found them and just let my emotion come out in our hugs and talking to Zach a bit. Once the excitement of finishing and the shock of an exhausted body left me, I was simply feeling happy.

Marathons are hard, but rewarding. I want to say I won't do another one without proper training, and I hope that is true. Huntsville was hard because I pushed it the whole way, but St. George was legitimately fun and that's how I would like to run in the future. Not being ready takes a tiny bit of the fun out, but I am still very happy with that finish and being able to come back and beat my original goal.

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Texas trip!

Our trip to Texas was great. The flight there went flawlessly with free checked bags, Terran's excitement, then him sleeping on the plane the whole way. Brad and the kids picked us up and we were so excited to get there and play.

Lindsey went into labor that night, so I never saw her belly but at least it was perfect timing to see little Brooklyn as a newborn.

We spent the week playing in the sprinklers, going to the zoo, visiting Lindsey and Tanner, watching Prison Break with Brad and Amanda after the kids went to bed, watching Jason play football, and getting to hang out as family should. I often have to distract myself when thoughts of living close to the Barrett's and the Forman's invade my mind because it makes me so sad that we can't see each other for Sunday dinner or come over to play during the week. However, it helps to be grateful for what we do have and I am glad that we are able to keep a good long-distance relationship and still be able to see each other a few times a year.

I loved having one on one time with both Brad and Lindsey because when we get together it is so often a family affair (which is great) but it was nice to just spend time as siblings.