September 29, 2015 § Leave a comment
…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.
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?)
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.
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.
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.
July 21, 2015 § 1 Comment
It’s the story of a family that lost an infant and donated his organs, then went to find out what had come of the donations. The podcast doesn’t harp on the pain of losing a child (though clearly that’s part of it), but rather their journey to discover the impact the short life of their son had had on the world.
At the end (SPOILER), the mother reflects on how those few years of her life changed her perception of…well, everything.
Something shifted in me. … (Before) I had felt like I was a boat on an ocean that was rocky and choppy with waves. And then I had this feeling that I’m not the boat, I’m the ocean. Like, the decisions that I make are changing other people, as opposed to just I’m a boat being slapped with waves all the time.
It has made me feel…powerful.
It’s a good one.