Tonight before Zack went to bed we said prayers. We asked Zack who should pray and he decided it was his turn.
He prayed, "Dear God, thank you sooooooo much Jesus birthday party."
Oh how I hope and pray his love for Jesus grows and grows.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
First Post-Baby Run
I went running for the first time since Alison was born yesterday (Merry Christmas to me!). Well, actually it was my first run since about May, when I came to the conclusion that running and being pregnant made for a really, really tired Karen. So I quit running and took more naps. It was much better for everyone involved.
Yesterday my baby turned 6 weeks old (sniff, sniff, how did that go so fast?!?!), I was feeling somewhat rested, and I decided that I could wait no more, and was going to go for a quick little jog around the neighborhood. I charged up the Garmin, wore running shorts for their actual purpose, laced up my shoes, and headed out the door.
I decided to be reasonable, and just run one lap around the neighborhood, which is a little less than 1.5 miles. It felt wonderful and awful all at the same time. So great to finally be running again, and awful cause my muscles and lungs have not worked that hard in quite a while.
When I got home I uploaded my run, and started to analyze all the stats. My average moving pace was 11:47 per mile, and I only ran 1.4 miles. I looked back at my last run pre-pregnancy, which was with the jogging stroller and my pace was 9:22 per mile. Apparently pregnancy will set you back a few minutes.
I remember my first run after Zack was born. I felt like my pelvis was going to break in half, and I kept peeing my pants. Yesterday my pelvis didn't feel great, but I surely didn't think it was going to break in half....and I only peed my pants a little bit. Kegels anyone???
Later in the afternoon, my legs felt like jello....similar to how they feel after running 10+ miles. Today I'm all kinds of sore. My hips, quads, calves etc, all feel like I gave them quite the workout. Even my abs are sore! And I didn't even run 2 miles!
And so, my comeback begins.
Yesterday my baby turned 6 weeks old (sniff, sniff, how did that go so fast?!?!), I was feeling somewhat rested, and I decided that I could wait no more, and was going to go for a quick little jog around the neighborhood. I charged up the Garmin, wore running shorts for their actual purpose, laced up my shoes, and headed out the door.
I decided to be reasonable, and just run one lap around the neighborhood, which is a little less than 1.5 miles. It felt wonderful and awful all at the same time. So great to finally be running again, and awful cause my muscles and lungs have not worked that hard in quite a while.
When I got home I uploaded my run, and started to analyze all the stats. My average moving pace was 11:47 per mile, and I only ran 1.4 miles. I looked back at my last run pre-pregnancy, which was with the jogging stroller and my pace was 9:22 per mile. Apparently pregnancy will set you back a few minutes.
I remember my first run after Zack was born. I felt like my pelvis was going to break in half, and I kept peeing my pants. Yesterday my pelvis didn't feel great, but I surely didn't think it was going to break in half....and I only peed my pants a little bit. Kegels anyone???
Later in the afternoon, my legs felt like jello....similar to how they feel after running 10+ miles. Today I'm all kinds of sore. My hips, quads, calves etc, all feel like I gave them quite the workout. Even my abs are sore! And I didn't even run 2 miles!
And so, my comeback begins.
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Welcome to the Circus
My house seems to be a circus right now.
We've got baby Alison in one ring, looking cute, pooping on her onesies, requesting food as she pleases, and requesting to be held as often as possible.
We've got big brother Zack in another ring. He too is looking cute, requesting fishes and pancakes as he pleases, and requesting that we "put her down" from time to time. In the times where little A is requesting food, and therefore mama is occupied, Zack entertains himself by watching PBS kids, scaling the toy shelf, and dumping out any cup, or dog bowl full of water that he can find. When he's not doing any of the above, he's washing his hands. And using half the soap dispenser in one trip to the bathroom to wash up. Foaming hand soap up to his armpits...no need for a bath that day, I suppose!
In yet another ring we've got Walter. He too is requesting food as he pleases, and doing his best to sneak Zack's fish from him. And snoring.
Then there's me, the ringmaster. Juggling. And then James comes home from work and we juggle together. Having Zack surely did throw us off...and adding another one to the mix has been slightly chaotic. Ok, absolutely chaotic. But totally worth it.
We've got baby Alison in one ring, looking cute, pooping on her onesies, requesting food as she pleases, and requesting to be held as often as possible.
We've got big brother Zack in another ring. He too is looking cute, requesting fishes and pancakes as he pleases, and requesting that we "put her down" from time to time. In the times where little A is requesting food, and therefore mama is occupied, Zack entertains himself by watching PBS kids, scaling the toy shelf, and dumping out any cup, or dog bowl full of water that he can find. When he's not doing any of the above, he's washing his hands. And using half the soap dispenser in one trip to the bathroom to wash up. Foaming hand soap up to his armpits...no need for a bath that day, I suppose!
In yet another ring we've got Walter. He too is requesting food as he pleases, and doing his best to sneak Zack's fish from him. And snoring.
Then there's me, the ringmaster. Juggling. And then James comes home from work and we juggle together. Having Zack surely did throw us off...and adding another one to the mix has been slightly chaotic. Ok, absolutely chaotic. But totally worth it.
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