The Saga Continues

So here I am trying to get in a run (haha, a walk) with my kids. They have been going pretty well with me running almost 1/4 of the walk. Anything more would be too much to ask for with 3 children in tow. So tonight after wrestling practice, I bundled them up (it's still in the 20's) and away we went. I was only dressed for a walk just hoping to get in the short 2 miler we've come to like. Partially because it's only 1 hour (about the length of my tolerance of "I want in the cart", "I want out of the cart" over and over) and partially because it's half on the bike path. Payton rides his bike and dislikes very much riding on gravel. Well tonight I took pity on the dog and decided to take her along. She is generally very good (I still keep her on a leash) and she's got the hang of the stroller and leash thing. So here we are kids out of the cart, stopped to let all the traffic for the whole year on our road pass, and I am wondering if we are going to make it (by we I mean ME) then the kids decide to get back in (after all the traffic passes of course) and we set off. We make it about 1/10 of a mile and have to stop (across from our friends house) so I can regroup because there are 2 labs outside barking crazy at Dolly. Now picture me with the double stroller one child in and one half way out, Payton on his bike and a truck passing, all while these 2 dogs are going crazy. (It was a sight to say the least) All of a sudden I loose the leash and Dolly goes running over to the dogs (which I did know were somewhat nice) and that is when the true chaos ensued. I chase Dolly across the yard to catch her, Gavin decides to follow to say Hi to the neighbors and I catch Dolly. Just as I get her (Dolly) I hear a splah and a cry. You see Olivia felt left out and had to come say Hi also, and proceeded to come down the small embankment into the pooled (slightly Iced over) water landing in all fours. So I have a dog and a child that I am trying to control (I have to control Gavin) and then Olivia is in the pool of water (to her knees and cold) trying to climb out onto the ice that isn't holding her, all the while Payton is trying to carefully put his kick stand up so his bike won't fall before he runs (Not across the snowbank right next to the puddle) right down into the water as well. I guess his intentions to help Olivia are honorable but the thought process lacked a little. So here we are somewhere like .2 miles from home and we turn right around and head for home. So much for that tonight. Hopefully tomorrow won't be as eventful. (It's okay to laugh, if I heard this story I'd be laughing on the floor.)

Love ya- Kirsten

We are still here!!

I know it's been over a week since my last post but last week wasn't so great. So here we are almost through another and I need to fill you in. Not too much out of the normal (squabbles, disagreements, Olivia into my makeup...etc.) but a few funnies. So the boys (much to my horror and disliking (mainly Gavin)) have taken to calling me a "meanie" whenever they don't get their way. Gavin will get sent to his room and scream on his way "meanie" or "fine, meanie" to which I remind him, to no avail, it's not nice or acceptable to call names. I am sure you all can picture this exactly as it happens. So the other day I was putting Olivia down for a nap (which she isn't very excited about anymore) and she was trying to get out of bed. I firmly told her that she was to stay in her bed and not get up, to which she replied "fine meanie" as she threw herself face first onto her bed. I almost broke out into laughter. It was just too funny to hear this little girl trying to scold me. I did, however, contain myself and she did finally take a nap. Back to the whole "monkey see, monkey do".

So I am planning on running (finishing) the Mayor's Marathon this summer so I realized in order to accomplish this I need to get back outside and running seriously. So Yesterday was my first day at attempting a run with children. Kevin was in Winnipeg and wasn't going to be home until after 9pm and I didn't want to run that late. He told me to drop the kids at daycare but as you can imagine I have a hard time doing that (especially at $12 minimum for 2 kids). SO I thought, I can do this (run with the kids in the stroller). It wasn't the worst experience I've ever had, nor was it even a bad EXPERIENCE, but the workout lacked. You see, while most of the snow around here is melted (except in the shade and partial fields) the bike path is not completely cleared. There is about a 1/2 mile stretch between our house and town that is completely covered in snow. Not so great for a stroller. So I decided to just stick to the back roads (in all we saw 2 cars) and get my run in. First of all, it is quite difficult to run with a stroller. Mine has some pretty good rear tires, but the front one is little and not forgiving with rocks. The stroller is the one from Costco and it is great, especially for walks, but not entirely designed for running. So even those factors aside it is still difficult to run with the stroller. So I would run as far as I could, then walk over the really rocky parts. Run, walk, run, walk. Not so bad until Olivia proved true to form and decided she didn't want to ride. Now I don't know about you but I only wish someone would push me around in a stroller. So she had to get out which slowed the pace considerably. We made our 2.75 mile walk in about an hour (so slow) which isn't going to do me any good for that run in June. Hopefully things will get better or at least Kevin will get home sooner at night.

Payton is still wrestling and had finally been bribed enough to compete in a tournament. It is on March 29th and I will take some pictures to document the occasion.


Love Kirsten

Blonde Moment

I am sorry to report that the "blonde moment" is not only for women. I haven't really ever encountered many males having this problem, however, Payton seems to suffer from it and quite often lately. Perhaps it's just his way of channeling his Auntie Karla (sorry Karla but true's true) but yesterday it happened twice. First the boys were running outside in the snow in socks and underware (video to follow) and when Payton came in he said his feet and socks were frozen. I said go put them under the warm blanket on your bed to which he said oh yeah good idea. (part 1 ending to come) So the night goes on and we are sitting at the dinner table and Kevin sees the lunch menu for school (Payton thinks that school lunches are such a COOL novelty) and asks Payton if it was good (chicken tidbits in gravy with mashed potatoes, a dollar bun, salad bar and milk) to which he responds yes it was so good. Kevin then asks if he had the dollar bun (kind of in jest) and Payton says, after a short pause, I just took it. I didn't pay. Needless to say we couldn't stop laughing (yes at the expense of our first born) and tried to explain the whole concept of "dollar" pancakes, buns etc.. which was lost in translation. Payton's responses included things like, a dollar is rectangle and the bun was round, (therefore, not the same size) and maybe if you had four quarters, that is a dollar, that might be the size. I just stopped with the explanation (kevin continued on as you can imagine) and eventually Payton lost interest. Then as we were getting ready for bed (part 2 of the beginning sock/feet story) Payton says he needs to sleep on the couch or downstairs tonight. I ask why and he tells me that his bed is wet. Why I ask? Because you told me to put my socks under my blanket to get them warm and now my bed is wet from the socks. (Me laughing at him again) To which I said Payton, I told you to put your FEET under the blanket. So yes men, as much as you might like to think that only women are prone to the "Blonde Moment" I have proof that it happens to you too. Love ya!