It’s been so long since I’ve posted that you need to decide right now if you want to leave or hang on for the ride.
Saturday brunch at home with a Bahama Mama and Mimosa for the win.
This is what happens when you put something on top of the fridge that Jackson wants.
Workday visitors – I’m not senior enough to have office chairs yet.
Laziest dog. Ever.
No explanation needed. Thank you, Seth.
Someone tried to steal my mug. Coffee and a cronut sounded good together, I guess.
Stick people. They thought they were being so sneaky.
The one on the right is supposed to be Homer Simpson.
Big enough to vacuum his own room!
Morning runs are the best. Also, I hate daylight savings. Losing that early morning sunlight is no bueno. Although……the dark does make it easier to creep on the houses that are lit up when I run past…..
Some days we spend more time setting and pointing rabbits, tufts of grass, rocks, sprinkler heads, and plastic bags than we spend running.
Jackie turned 9 and got a skateboard. Guess who forgot to buy a helmet and padding ahead of time.
Tucker and his monster pillow get up early to play games while I run and the other two sleep.
I drank a cup of coffee and about a gallon of water just prior to my long run last week. This outhouse was my savior. Have you ever heard the phrase “pee like a racehorse”?
A short section of the trail near my house is dirt and quickly turns to a mud pit after rain or snow. Unless I attempt to fight through waist-high tumbleweeds, it’s my only option for getting home. Running the 3-mile loop around my neighborhood 5 times on a Saturday with loose dogs chasing me and Ruger is just not as much fun. Why are dogs always running loose on the weekends? Why do old people drive slow in the fast lane? Why is it when I grab the mic you stare at me strange?
Why’s every time I eat I get my shirt stained? (dang!)
Wassup Tremaine, what, your name’s Wayne?
Dang man, why can’t I just remember people’s names?
Sorry, just introduced my kids to KJ 52……and they love him.
Anyway….if I start early enough, I’m back before the trail softens, but I have to start my run in the dark. For further information, please refer to the daylight savings reference above.
Ruger will need booties if we are going to continue our mud runs.
He loves it so much though.
Jackson had a birthday party at the climbing wall and invited his best friends from school. I nearly started climbing the walls myself, but the kids had a blast.
I was too lazy to make a cake and Wal-Mart wouldn’t put the Wolfenstein logo on the one we bought so Seth attempted to create one himself. Art is not a word that our family knows well.
This kid didn’t mind and loved every minute of the party.
I went to Indiana and Kentucky for work the next day and the first hotel that I was in didn’t have an elevator. I was, of course, not on the main floor.
Hotel treadmills are always preferable to running around a strange neighborhood. I wish that I were more adventurous but, I’m not.
Indianapolis’ idea of a brewpub is sadly and grossly (literally) misguided. Sorry, Indy.
Back with my running buddy at the end of the week. This time he was stalking a cat.
When the cat decided to stalk him, I made the executive decision to run away. Poor Ruger didn’t realize what would have happened to him if we stayed.
Sometimes, he just stops and stares and I have no idea why.
He’s probably just messing with me.
Last weekend was our 12 anniversary so Seth and I celebrated by taking our coupons through the Arby’s drive thru.
Just kidding.
We were thisclose to getting Arby’s, but the kids were with Papa and NeNe, so we went to a nicer place for dinner.
And I brought my crazy eyes.
I was so excited when I saw Spam Musubi on the menu, but this version was disgusting. I may be biased, but even Seth, who didn’t really like it when I made it, said that mine was by far the better version.
Our main course was even worse. My tuna was meh until I got a bite that tasted exactly how a wet dog smells. The drinks were good though and the server was nice but, most importantly, we had a few peaceful minutes away from the eardrum shattering noises of our sweet children.
And we went home and watched House of Cards until 11:00
The next morning, we went to breakfast at a much better place and I tried Eggs Benedict for the first time. It was pretty good and my poor mother will probably hate me for eating runny, poached eggs after all the years that I made her re-fry my over hard eggs because there was still a tiny sliver of jello-y yolk in the middle. I still have no idea why she didn’t drown all of us (or at least me) in a bathtub.
All that to say: Breakfast more than made up for supper the night before.
We split a Blueberry Danish pancake
and Seth got a different version of Eggs Benedict.
Papa sent us a picture of the boys at the park. The poor man had to take them to two different parks to keep them from destroying the house and had finally given up on trying to get them to keep their shirts on by the time we showed up. The shirtless/sleeveless genes on my side run strong. Jackson was born on my uncle Randy’s birthday, so I guess he comes by it honestly. Does anyone else have a child born on March 6th? If so, does your child have an unreasonable affinity for tank tops and cutoff sleeves?
After breakfast, we drove up the Poudre to fish and brought Ruger along.
He’s not used to having the entire back seat all to himself, but he didn’t take advantage of the side windows and stuck with his favorite – looking out the back window until he made himself carsick. #soulmates
He was really adventurous and drank out of the river.
Seth caught a trout almost immediately.
He sent me over to the same spot to try, but wouldn’t let me climb up on the rock. He knows me so well. #coordinationisnotmymiddlename
It was the only fish we caught so we gave up after a while and headed back to town for a mid-afternoon lunch.
Ruger doesn’t get out much and didn’t know what to think of the patio.
He made some new friends though.
We had some really, really good burgers and Ruger even got to try some candied bacon. He spit it out of course, like he always does with table food, but did eventually pick it up and eat it.
Too pooped to even look out the window.
In addition to vacuuming, the boys have started to help with laundry.
They have a very long way to go, but NeNe re-organized all of their dresser drawers the week that I was gone so I’m trying to keep a closer eye on them when they put laundry away in an attempt to keep the organization going.
Early birthday present from Erin.
Moscow Mule and snuggles on the couch.
I forgot to pack snacks for Ruger on our long run yesterday. I also forgot to pack a collapsible water dish. He got to share my Nuun water and a Honeystinger strawberry waffle instead. Talk about spoiled.
Saturday late lunches on a patio are pretty much the best. So are homemade Wolfenstein tshirts. What? You thought it was a duck inside a trash can too????
And, our REI member rebate came so Sethy bought me an early birthday present. Pretty nice of him if you ask me.
How did I not know that Jackson was born on Randy’s birthday? That must have been so special for Grandma, she was at the hospital soon after wasn’t she? Nice birthday present 😉
Yes, they were at the hospital the same morning for one of Grandma’s appointments and Linda was with them too. Grandma was one of the first people to hold him. I think she was pretty happy. She kept saying that there was something special about him 🙂
I remember that morning that Jackson was born and how God made it possible for Grandma Asche to be there.She was so thrilled!
Love the “run down :)” on what you guys have been up to and the pictures!!!
FYI – You come by spilling the food on the shirt honestly, the tendency runs through me, Grandma Ellefson and on up to Grandma Wiltse. I’m not sure if it originated there but it definitely came from that direction.
I seem to spill everything that I eat on my shirt or my lap! I think that the bites I take are too big. Glad you enjoy all of the pictures! I usually take a lot but don’t want to write something about each of them!