love/hate 26.2

I ran my 2nd marathon last Saturday in Memphis and it was a great time. There were bands/DJs at every mile marker and even Elvis impersonators! And when you're running 26.2, any entertainment is good. T and Boozie drove around and met up with me at certain mile markers to cheer me on. From about mile 6 to 19 I didn't see them and it was because they had to make an emergency run to IHOP. Boozie woke up from his nap and hunger was calling. He was a big fan of the pancakes.


At around mile 17 or so, there was a table set up with candy and beer. I almost gagged just thinking of just the smell of beer after running, but it was a big hit so apparently it's the added boost that some need; I guess the PowerAde just wasn't hitting the spot. It's an interesting distance because it's so mental. Your mind keeps saying, "Let's be done now" but the body keeps pressing on. Around mile 20 or so you say to yourself, "This is my last marathon ever; this is insane." But somehow at the finish line you say to yourself, "When can I start training for the next?" For anyone who hasn't ever run a race before, I highly recommend it. It's addicting. Just ask Doge.

i heart the maya wrap

Pretty much everyone who knows me knows I loove the Maya Wrap; I could be their spokesperson. Everywhere I go peeps ask about it: if it's comfortable, how heavy the baby can be to be in it, if he likes it, etc... Boozie lives in it. He loves it more than I do, I bet. He used to lie down in it and take naps while I went to church, went to Sam's Club, went shopping, etc... Now he's too big to lie down, and also he doesn't catnap every hour like he used to, so he sits slung on my hip and gets to see and try to grab everything. He even uses it as his lovey sometimes. And I just found this giveaway on SafeMama so everyone who doesn't have one should enter.

He'll Be Comin' Round the Mountain

La Hacienda = delicious!

T ran a 10K last Saturday. His first ever 10K. He was a little nervous because it is up a mountain in Hot Springs National Park. I (and a much smaller version of Boozie) ran it last year and warned him that it's not an easy race, but he decided last year that he wanted to do it so he trained and did it. It was freezing cold (28 degrees at the start) but so much fun. We stayed in a great condo on Lake Hamilton and enjoyed good food at the same Mexican restaurant we did last year. We decided that we're fans of Hot Springs.

We ate some oatmeal while we waited for him to finish.


He made it! (and even 10 minutes faster than he thought possible)

Boozie Boy

Having a baby is a weird phenomenon. Random strangers love him so they always talk to him, look/smile at him, touch him (not a fan of that--watch out for mama bear), etc... People say the oddest things. We recently returned from a trip to Oregon and Boozie was playing on the ground on a blankie while we were in the Little Rock airport waiting for our flight. A mom and her 2 daughters were looking at him and smiling at him as they ate their McDonald's food. The mom then said, "He's big. He doesn't miss a meal." What? Do babies miss meals? Are there anorexic babies that are body-conscious? Not that I know of.

They kept talking to him and he was oblivious and just playing with his toys. Then the little girl came over to see him and at one point was telling me about the rash she gets on her thighs. Her mom wasn't really paying attention or I picture she might not have wanted her telling me that. Then the mom starts telling me a story about how they used to call the little girl "Finger Sucker" because they were at some dude's house and he was playing the guitar and the little girl fell asleep so they moved her to another room. Then they heard loud sucking and she was sucking her finger. Surely if Boozie wasn't there, I might have smiled at the family as I sat down to wait, but wouldn't have learned any of the things I learned. For better or for worse.

Today we were at Sam's and this lady in front of us said, "That's a big boy to be carrying around in that sling. I bet he loves it." "Yep, he loves it," I said. "I'm sure he does. He just loves being lazy." What? Lazy 9-month old baby? Because if he was sitting in the E. coli section of the shopping cart, he'd surely be burning calories. Or maybe if he crawled yet, I should've let him crawl around Sam's to burn calories. Makes perfect sense. I should've said, "Actually lady, he jumped in his Jump-N-Go for like an hour today. I bet it's more than you did. Now who's the lazy one?" No wonder we all grow up having issues...

Oma

Oma Belt (or Bolt, whichever you prefer) came to visit and we had a fabulous time. She spoiled us all, especially CB. She even brought 2 big Costco-sized jars of T's favorite sun-dried tomatoes, risking that the tomato-infused oil spill all over her suitcase. What a mom. Here are a few pics of us on the bridge overlooking the Arkansas River.

Peek-a-Boo

Boozie's new favorite game:




Peek-a-Boo

Hibernation

Boozie finally got his first real cold. So sad. I guess it's inevitable eventually but still sad. He couldn't sleep well because he was coughing and congested. One night he even woke up almost every single hour. We were all beat. After a few nights of the humidifier, miracle Eucalyptus oil, and the dreaded nose suction, he seems much better. Last night he slept from 6:30 pm til 5:45 am and I fed him and then he slept until 8 am! We all loved it. Now he's full of energy to use up on his new jumper toy. Thanks Opa & Oma Belt for the great early Christmas gift.