November 18, 2015 § Leave a comment


Me: That isn’t how you ask, you can be nicer.
Paul: Should we give her milk or maybe some I-C-E-C-R-E-A-M?
Me: I really don’t think she needs–


Paul: How does she know that????
Me: I have no idea.
Paul: She is so smart!!!  HH, how do you spell ice cream?
HH: (confidently) One, two.

Back for the Holidays

November 11, 2015 § 1 Comment

…and we’re back, by popular demand.

The past few months have been this:


HH: Ariel’s eyes are BLUE!
Me: They are! What color are Mom’s eyes?
HH: Uuuuh…red!!
Me: Red?!??!  No…
HH: Oh…umm…pink?

I’ve also been spending an offensive amount of time in Target shopping for Desitin.

For these reasons, not only has putting a sentence together become a serious struggle, I have I felt as though I am lacking decent content (as opposed to before, when this forum only covered important, pressing issues).

But due to an aggressive campaign by this blog’s devoted followers (my sister) and their insistence that my content is NEVER boring, THAT ENDS TODAY!

So today we’ll be talking about…my most recent trip to Target.


Now that it’s officially hat weather (56 degrees at 4:45am), it’s time to talk about the holidays.

For the past 32 years a nutcracker named Mr. Teeth has adorned the hearth at my parent’s house during the holidays.  Back in Mr. Teeth’s day, he probably looked like every other nutcracker:


Today, Mr. Teeth has no feet, no hair, one eye, and if you touch him the wrong way his arms fall off.  We love him all the same.

So imagine my delight when yesterday at Target, while in search of frozen peas, I came across a huge display of nutcrackers.


(This is Target’s MO…you go looking for peas and somehow end up in the nutcracker aisle.  It’s incredibly effective.)

Nutcrackers of all different shapes and colors and species and genders and professions.  So I decided to let HH pick out her own Mr. Teeth.

In addition to a girl nutcracker wearing a “beautiful dress” that resembles Elsa (go figure) but has a lever that opens up a hole in her chest à la Alien as opposed to her mouth, guess which one she chose:


Mr. Pink Sparkle 2015 Nutcracker, complete with beard, staff, and soldier’s helmet. Breaking down gender norms, one Christmas decoration at a time.

This guy will have a home on our hearth for many years to come.

Up Next

September 29, 2015 § Leave a comment

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…and six weeks later I am finally beginning to emerge from the newborn fog.  Not that this was anything like last time.   I honestly feel like I can’t compare the two.  Not having a.) a baby that is underweight, b.) to breastfeed, and c.) to recover from childbirth have all been game-changers.  Major, major game changers.   But then again, in addition to the newborn, we also have this:


Either way, new experience.

But a few things haven’t changed.  Like..lack of sleep.  Realizing at 4pm that you’re still in the same puke-covered shirt you meant to change at a 8am.  And my sudden, unprovoked, inexplicable desire, as I sit on the couch in said shirt, to sign up for a marathon.

Notice how I didn’t say RUN another marathon.  Because I clearly don’t think about what actually running 26 miles will feel like at any point during this process.

gross26.2 miles = double this ugly

But I did it.  I signed up for another race.  The Catalina Marathon.

Some fun facts about the Catalina Island Marathon:

  • It’s on Catalina Island (yes!)
  • It’s almost entirely on trails (yes!)
  • It has over 4,000 feet gain in elevation (…yes?)

Catalina Island Marathon Course Meas

Some other fun facts about the Catalina Marathon:

  • My sister will be running it with me!
  • I used to work there


Back in the day when I was when I was young, tan, used disposable cameras, and had no idea that a breast pump was an actual thing, my sister and I worked together as counselors at a camp on the island.  Life basically looked like this:




…plus skin diving and teaching kids about shovelnose guitarfish.  Which is a real animal.

Obviously it was awesome.

Now, over a decade later, we are dragging our old, busted selves back in an attempt to re-live those magical, youthful, carefree moments by running this:


The best laid plans of mice and men…

We tried to recruit some old friends to run with us, but no one bit (weird).

But for reals, I am very excited about this.  I considered downgrading to the half when no one else would join, but in the end decided if I’m ever going to run another marathon it was going to be this one.  Yes, it will be hilly.  And hard. But it will be beautiful, and challenging, and full of memories, and I’ll be running in a place I love with my favorite running partner.  What more could you ask for.


On Exercise

September 22, 2015 § 1 Comment

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August 24, 2015 § 4 Comments


…and we’re back.

Little Eazy-E was a champ on the flight home.


If anyone looks like he could use some help it’s Dad.

HH will not let him go, to the point that it’s kind of an issue.  He can’t be in the room without her wanting to feed him or hug him or put a blanket on him or honk his nose.  But better that than the alternative.  She is honestly so happy to have her brother here.


Not sure if the feeling is reciprocated.  (And her hair.  Seriously.)

Paul is already back at work, and we’re just adjusting to life with a +1.  More to come later.


Another kind of two

August 16, 2015 § 1 Comment


On Monday we flew up to Oregon and made the drive from Portland to Bend.  And on Friday, after two days in the hospital, we left with this guy.


Due to some scheduling snafus, we spent a few days hanging out in Bend before the birth.


It could have been worse.  Bend is full of trails and microbreweries.  When things got particularly stressful, I walked out our front door and went for a run…


…then drank a beer.  Like I said, could have been worse.

Now we are hanging out in Oregon, waiting for all the paperwork to be processed so we can cross state lines and bring our newest edition home to meet our oldest addition.


I am really looking forward to it.  Like, seriously.

The adoption was a journey, and we are very excited to get home.  More on that later. But in the meantime, we’re going to go for walks, enjoy some brews, and spend some QT together before we become a chaotic clan of four.


…I mean five.  Depending on how you count.



August 11, 2015 § 1 Comment


happiest of birthdays, tiny.



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