Monday, August 31, 2009

Unplanned hair-cuts

Hello everyone! I'm so sorry I haven't been blogging lately. It's really hard without a computer to stay up to date with all my emails and twitter and facebook, AND write in my blog. I had an awesome weekend, we went camping, Pete and I did the Bear Lake Classic Triathlon, and I turned 29! I'll try to post more details about the race when I have more time.

Today, I was busy trying to get the house cleaned up from our busy weekend, and Ethan and Elle were playing nicely downstairs. Or so I thought. They came up, and started playing in their room where I was cleaning, and I didn't notice anything until Ethan says, "Elle got a haircut!"

I was scared to look. As soon as I looked at her, though I started crying. I'm amazed I didn't hit that boy because the top of her hair was totally cut off. Her cute little, curly pony-tail, everything, all cropped close to her head.

I grabbed him and put him in time-out in the corner for 10 minutes saying, "My babies beautiful hair! What made you think that would be ok?!?!" Poor Elle started crying when she saw my reaction, and I reassured her (and myself) that it would grow back, and she's been saying that all day now.

I called Pete and tried to get myself calmed down. Then I put her in the tub and assessed the damage. It was pretty bad. there was really no way around cutting the rest of her hair to match. So now, she's got a nice little hair-cut like this:

Ethan, of course, wanted in on the action too so, when I got done fixing Elle up, I buzzed his hair. There was just hair all over! I kept finding little curls downstairs too. Sad. :(

I showed Mindy when we picked her up from school, and she didn't say much at first, but then after we had been riding our bikes home for a little while she started crying. I asked her what was wrong and she said that she liked Elles hair curly. I told her I knew how she felt and that I cried too, but that it would grow back and that we needed to try to make Elle feel good about it.

She could be mistaken for a boy from the back if she was ever not wearing a dress (which is pretty rare), but her head just looks so little now. It's pretty cute. And her little face. And she's just the same unbelievably cute girl as she was before so I guess the curls weren't the only things she had going for her. :)

It seems like every family's got to go through this at some point.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Not Faster Than Pete

My streak of being faster than Pete is over. It was short, but very sweet. Yesterday we both did the same 8-mile run up the avenues, separately (thank you kids). I was the lucky one to get up at 6 am and do it first when it was nice and cool. :) It was actually so cool that I got to wear my hideously ugly, long-sleeved St. George Marathon shirt. Wahoo! It even rained a little which was nice, and I thought, fitting for the shirt. The answer to why I haven't thrown that ugly shirt away is the same answer to "Why in the heck do we put ourselves through the pain of doing a marathon??" 

I was really worried that I would have another attack of knee pain today. I actually haven't dared run outside since Spudman. I've been doing all my runs on the track at the gym. I attribute this fear of running around my neighborhood to the fact that the last 2 or 3 times I've done it, I've ended up walking home because my knee was hurting so bad, and to the fact that when I went on a lime-aid run to A&W (this is what watching TV does to us, dang commercials tricking us into thinking something at a fast food restaurant will actually be good!) the other night after dark, a security guard brought me my stuff. Is it just me or does that seem a little scary? Running at the gym has just seemed so nice and safe lately.

Anyway, this morning I took my run to the Avenues which isn't nearly as scary as my neighborhood, though the hills were a little more so. I'm happy to report that I didn't get mugged, or raped, or even shot at, AND my knees felt relatively good the whole time! YEAH!

(Ok, I shouldn't talk that way, we really don't live in that dangerous of an area, and I've never even had a problem with the above mentioned situations. I just have a lively imagination and like to act like I have such a dangerous, exciting life. I did dream about getting shot the other night though...)

I made it to my 4-mile turn around point in 44 minutes, but that was mostly uphill so I was hopeful that I'd be able to beat that on the way home. It was really fun running down the hills like usual, and it did cut some time off! I got home in 1:25 which wasn't as fast as I would have liked, but you've got to take stop lights and walking to take my gel into account.

Pete left as soon as I got home, and luckily it was still pretty cool, what a beautiful day it was yesterday! He got home and announced that he did it in 1:24. One minute faster than me! Now the race is on and I'm afraid we might get a little competitive when it comes to Bear Lake triathlon in 3 weeks. We're both doing the olympic distance (I was a little tempted by the half. I think I'll make that my big race next year), and I'm so excited to race with him again! I'm also really excited to see Bear Lake. I've never been there, but it is supposed to be beautiful. It's the day before my birthday so maybe I can get a camera before we go so I can share some pictures.

Oh and the answer to the question at the beginning is "Because who doesn't love free clothes?"