Vintonville

I know. The posting has been irregular at best. And I know I keep saying that.

Lady-Friend has put up a valiant effort to keep things going, but Little Sis is a demanding gal, uploading pics is a time-cosuming excercise in memory-making and I’ve been too wrapped up in bending to the will of Tony Horton, which is working out great, but making me realize I have a frustratingly hefty chunk of muscle mayo to cut through before I look like a Julienne salad. Sigh.

But yeah, I hit up Ragnar’s Wasatch Back last week with my good pal Andy, his sister Mary and another three cool dudes (comprising the “Man Van”) and six gals (comprising the “M’am Van”) who I’d never met but turned out to be pretty cool as well.

We started in Logan and ran/relayed 187 miles to Park City through rain, blistering sunburn, a pimped suburban, heat, mountains, short/damp shorts, greasy spaghetti dinners and cold, hard gymnasium floors. I actually improved my times with every leg (thanks, Endurox R4!), but didn’t really run any of the hardest, which included a 30 billion foot elevation raise over the course of a mile and a 7 mile midnight run up a 90% incline. I ran a leisurely route through Paradise and into the mouth of Avon pass, through the boroughs of Morgan and down the Jordanelle descent into Heber. Roughly 14 miles, all told (and I did it all without taking a single picture. Luckily, others did).

But it was fun. Super fun. So fun, in fact, it made me realize there could be some joy to running and that I’d really, really like to do it again next year. Or in Florida in February. Either way, the call’s going out to any able-bodied Vinton who’d like to throw down in this (I’m looking at you, David Ferguson-vinton-by-proxy). And you too, Ben. Get to training, suckah.

I am so far behind on posting pics but the events this morning are just too hard not to post right away! (the other posts will still come…at some point)

This morning I asked Joshua to go make his bed, clean up his room, and get dressed. Most of the time he does an okay job picking his own clothes out and I don’t mind if he looks a little ghetto, unless of course we are going somewhere. But today he was on a mission. As I was changing Lauren he yells to me, “Hey mama do army guys wear boots?” I didn’t think anything of it…little did I know! He actually did a great job cleaning his room and came out ready to complete his mission.

Mama I’m ready to BLAST SOME PIGS! Behold the PIG BLASTING outfit! And the poses to boot!

The other morning we were getting ready to leave and I mentioned to Joshua that we need to comb his extremely long I look like an orphan hair. A few minutes later a very proud little guy came out of the bathroom beaming saying, “Look mama I combed my hair all by myself”. He sure did, pretty impressive for not even looking in the mirror. That huge white blob is his hair stuff, it was so caked I could barely salvage it. The good news was his hair stood straight up the whole day and didn’t move an inch. Little boys are awesome!

This may look like the first bath but to her it was clearly a torture session. Aren’t baths supposed to be nice and relaxing? She hated her first bath and screamed almost the entire time…even after she was out and wrapped in a warm snuggly towel.

For your viewing pleasure her screaming debut.

*When we were drying her off she was still screaming and then Joshua decided to jump into the fun…Dan proceeded to say, “two’s enough” Ha Ha..aren’t kids great!

Joshua really has been the best big brother to Lauren. He loves to talk, play(shake toys profusely 2 inches from her face), help her burp (what kid wouldn’t love to hit I mean pat and not get in trouble), and sing (I’m not allowed to) to her. One morning he came in and she was snuggling with me and he asked me if he could snuggle with her. How could I not capture this tender moment.

Yes I know he desperately needs a hair cut and she could use some hair up front and I’m so overdue for a cut and color…the only one with perfect hair in this family is Dan and he has a dude “hairdresser” that rocks and takes 3 months to get into…..how do you find the perfect hairdresser?

I’m not sure what it is about a dad’s chest/arms but my personal opinion is its hard to beat! I remember as a kid how much I loved (still do) being hugged and snuggled in my dad’s arms with my head nestled against his chest. When I got a little older I was too big for the nestle so I would stand on my tip toes and hug my dad until my arms would fall asleep. I am so lucky to have such an amazing dad.

Now that I’m married the soothing chest and arms buck has been passed to Dan which by the way he does extremely well. I can’t put in words how “tender” it is to see him with our kids(still weird to say we have “kids”) snuggled in his arms, head resting on his chest. Dan has the best snuggle chest big, brawney, strong, and safe. Here he is with our newest addition.

He is the best papa we are so lucky to have him.

Lil sis snuggling with Dan

Lil sis