I DID IT!!!

Well, I did it.  I ran my first race... a sprint triathlon.  I honestly didn't know if I would even be able to finish, that's why I haven't posted anything on my blog about it yet.  My sweet sister-in-law Kim encouraged me to run it with her and at first I really didn't want to do it, (mainly because it meant I would have to get my lazy you-know-what out of bed in the morning to exercise) but after some persuasion she talked me into it.  And I am so glad she did.  I had the time of my life.  It was soooo much fun!!!

First I swam 300 meters and it took me 8 minutes and 55 seconds. Then I biked 12 miles and that took me 47 minutes and 35 seconds and then a 3 mile run that took me 30 minutes and 39 seconds.  Over all between that and the transitions it took me 1 hour and 33 minutes.  Out of a 1000 women I took 360th place and 39th in my age group.

I can see why these things are addicting.  I never in my life thought I would find enjoyment out of exercising.  I guess there's a first for everything.

Unfortunately Wade was unable to make it :( He's on a Medical mission for Operation Smile in Mexico.  It was disappointing not to have him there but I know he was there with me in spirit and I know he was thinking and wishing he was there too (CHEESY MUCH?)

Anyone up for running a triathlon with me next year?

Modge Podge of photos and videos

I apologize for the random video's and photos you will be witnessing for the next blog post.  I just got all of these off my phone.  

This first video is of Wells rocking out on his favorite piano.  His facial expressions and rocker hands are so funny to me.  I'm not sure where he learns it from...  Probably Elmo.  

The second video is a joke that he likes to tell.  He likes it so much that he told it twice in this video.  You have to wait for the punch line, he likes to hold you in suspense.  

 This last week we went to Tucano's  and we thought it was a little funny to see Wells drinking out of my Brazilian limeade glass.  

And last but not least.  I love this next picture of Wells on the pony Chief at Thanksgiving Point.  When we lived at Thanksgiving Point I used to braid Chiefs tail and main.  That was over ten years ago.  He is one old pony.  I never in a million years thought my little boy would be riding the pony I loved so much as a little girl.  

more...More...MORE!!!

I just thought I would share with you a little insight to what our lives are like almost every night.  Tonight was a bit of an exception but pretty close.  Wade, Wells and I started eating dinner around seven o'clock.  We had steak, roasted potatoes, and watermelon.  So I gave Wells one chunk of our steak, a few potatoes, and about three watermelons.  I don't like to put too much on his plate or he gets overwhelmed and will just play with his food instead of eat it. After he finished all of of his food he asked for more.   So I gave him another BIG chunk of steak (cut into bite size pieces), and a few more potatoes and watermelon.  A while later... "more".  This time I gave him more watermelon (like five big pieces) because the steak was gone and he wasn't really liking the potatoes... "more peeeeese".... more watermelon..... "more".  By this time I thought he was going to wet through his diaper tonight so I said that there was no more watermelon.  But I offered him some gross canned, generic brand mixed vegetables.  I put just a little bit on his plate to see if he would even like it after the sweet watermelon.  I didn't even warm it up, I pulled it strait out of the fridge.  He quickly ate it and politely asked for... more...  So then I piled the vegetables on his plate for him TWO more times.  He ate half a can of the gross stuff.  But you guessed it, MORE.  So I gave him a cherry tomato (these were pretty big cherry tomatoes too), He ate it right up and wanted another one, so I gave him three more tomatoes.  Finally after forty five minutes of eating he was sort of playing with his last tomato and I decided he was done.    He took a few more sips of his milk (which he had half a sippy cup's worth), I cleaned him up, and it was off to bed.  By now we were all ready to go to bed.
Oh, I forgot to mention, just about a half hour before we sat down to eat he ate an entire eight ounce can of peaches.

I know there are a lot of people out there who have a hard time getting they're children to eat.  And I just know we'll have our turn and have a picky eater.  But I just wanted to write this down so that when I do have a picky eater, or if Wells decides he wants to boycott eating, I can remember "the good times".

Big Huge Neighborhood Easter Egg Hunt

This is our first Easter in our new house and in our new neighborhood.  And boy do they know how to do it.  The four houses at the end of our cul de sac was where the hunt was set up.  The yards were split up into ages of 0-3, 4-6, 7-9 and 10 plus.  Each house had 200 eggs, a grocery sack of candy just randomly thrown out on the lawn and a prize/toy for each kid.  A ton of people from our ward came so there where people everywhere and kids everywhere too.  It was really fun.  Here a some pics we took.

This pic is our house.  We had the 7-9 age.  It really doesn't look like much, but a lot of the eggs are hidden.    

Here are the other three houses.  This one is the 4-6 ages

This one is the 10 plus house

And this one is the 0-3 house.  

This is just some of the people waiting for the games to start

Wells started to creep onto the lawn before it started.  As you can see the girls are wondering why he is not following the rules.

Wells would pick up one egg at a time, open it, examine the contents of the egg, hand it to me and ask me to open the candy, eat it, then put the empty egg into his basket... and then move onto the next egg and start all over.  Needless to say we walked away with about five eggs :)

After the egg hunt we had pizza and home made root beer floats.  Yum.

I feel so blessed to live in such a great neighborhood, in such a beautiful state, and in a country where we can celebrate our religious freedoms.    

I'm so grateful for Easter Egg hunts and all the fun that surrounds it, but I'm even more grateful for what Easter truly means.  How bless I am to have a Savior who died and was resurrected for me.  He is truly the ultimate example of the person I can strive to be.  

Okay one last cute picture of Wells playing on his bike before the hunt.  

Facebook

As of three days ago, I've officially deactivated my Facebook account.  I started to realize I would look at it everyday, but not really care or be interested in any of it.  It was just something to do.  So I thought I would just deactivate it and see what I would do to fill that extra time.  I have to say I don't even miss it. It has actually been very freeing in a way.  It's kind of like when you go camping and you don't have cell phone service.  I don't need to know about everyone and their cat (I really did have a friend named Kitty Nelson... it really was a cat).  All I care about are my family and my close friends and that is why I have my blog and my email.

Lots of people use Facebook and really like it.  I did for awhile.  But I guess I just got bored.  Maybe I'll return to the Facebook ranks before to long.  In the meantime, I feel like I'm connected to the people I care about in other ways.

So now that I have this extra time I am going to try and put some of it into my blog.  To me my blog is like our family journal, and at anytime I can have it printed out into a hardbound book.  It will be something for our family to look though for many years.  Can't say that about Facebook...

April Fools and some other pics

All the three people who read this probably know that I LOVE April Fools Day.  I think there's nothing wrong with a little prank here and there.  It keeps people young and on there toes.  So I didn't really get into it as much this year as I did last year but I just couldn't stand by and do nothing.  So this year I decided to target my parents.  Here are a few pics to tell the story...

Wade went to the UPS store and sweet talked to the girl behind the counter to print out a label with my parents name and address on it.

We set the box on the door step and had a neighbor ring the doorbell and run...  (we were on the inside with the camera)

Ta da!!!!  We gave them Cinco our cat....

They actually thought it was a rabbit because my dad has been hinting that he wants to get one.

I guess Cinco was a bit of a disappointment. 

These next pictures are of what Wells and I do at least a few times a week.  Wells calls it "moo" but what he means is he wants to go see Grandpa Farr's cow, goat and chickens. 

Here's a little game...  See if you can spot Honey the dog...

Just a couple more to top of the post.  My favorite pics of the week.

GQ

Look out ladies in Nursery!!!  Here comes Wells (aka... da man)