Chicago Marathon

Tuesday, October 21, 2014


I ran the Chicago Marathon on Sunday, October 12, 2014 in 4 hours and 39 minutes. I have been bragging about it all week. Not only was it the perfect day to run a marathon and not only did I accomplish something with three people that I love dearly (Beth, Steph, and Coop), but I truly witnessed humanity. I know it sounds cheesy, heck even to type it makes me giggle a bit. But seriously. I don't know if I will ever have an opportunity to witness so much love and support in such a massive arena. Over two million people lined the streets of Chicago to cheer the crazy people that decided to run this thing on. The crowd was amazing. Supporting every step. I can't tell you how emotional it made me to see complete strangers in my face telling me how amazing I am.  I witnessed runners who were blind, wounded veterans, running for grandma, running for cancer, running with flags, running with costume. It. Was. Amazing. I don't know that I will ever do a marathon again. My doctor told me this morning that while running that distance might be good for your head, it is NOT good for your body. Not only that, but the time commitment to running a marathon is more than I can handle in my little life right now. But nonetheless I did it. I trained. I hydrated. I ran 26. 2 miles and nobody can ever take that away from me. Seriously, if this video does not make you get out and run...I don't know what would!
Reunited and it feels so good.

These girls.

Expo Time!

Maybe a little better than the Derby Expo:)

It truly was
They love ketchup!

Having a moment


Reflecting


I heart Chicago

Perfect boat ride (with a little Heads Up!)

LaScarola might be the best Italian I have ever had (it was packed at 5pm)
Before 45,000 people headed to the start

Coop was sad to shed his Walgreens sweatshirt

Pretty perfect day

This girl...

Love the Robertsons

Beth told me to remind her we were having fun at mile 23:)


We did it!

My proof

Johnny Appleseed Day

Thursday, October 2, 2014

A couple of weeks ago Wip wanted to have a playdate with one of his new friends from school. I emailed the friends mom and we decided to meet up at the science center. Wip was beside himself. He was so excited. Before we met them I told him that we could stop for lunch. We were running a little late and I said that we might need to stop at Wendy's instead of ChickFilA and he grumbled. When I explained that the Wendy's was closer and we did not want to leave his friend waiting he exclaimed "Wendy's is good!  I will eat Wendy's". It was precious. The playdate was wonderful. Both boys were well behaved, loved being with each other, and I got to meet a new friend (the mom)...win win.

Fast forward to Johnny Appleseed Day at Wip's school. It is a big deal. Not only do you get to be out of your uniform (side note: uniforms on children are adorable and easy) but you also get to make apple pie, play apple games, and just really do all things apple. I was not able to be there, but that new friend I made at the science center? We have mom code. She knew I wanted to just leave my meeting and be whipping up apple pie with the other children in Wip's class. So at about 8:45am I received this picture with the caption "he is having a blast":

Then I received this picture with the caption "he is so happy":
Finally, she sent me this one (it did not need a caption):
I just about melt. This one just made me fast forward 20 years to a rehearsal dinner speech. These are the new boys in town (they are all new to the school). The new buddies. These two have made my son excited to go to school. I am so thankful for them both (and their mommies;).

POOP!

Monday, September 29, 2014

Every Sunday we stop at the East End Market for ciabatta rolls. I think we do it so the boys will say ciabatta. It is hilarious. 

I thought about making the title of this blog post "Oh No He Didn't" and maybe even starting a series...but then I thought when I reflect back on previous blog posts nothing would stand out more than the title "POOP!".

STRIPES!


It looks like a burger, but it was actually one of the best cupcakes I have ever put in my mouth.
A little background. Our weekend was amazingly calm and rainy. On Friday we went to B&B Junction   which has quickly become one of my favorite spots. Not only do they have AMAZING burgers and beer, but they have a basket FULL of books for kids. The boys know to grab a book, finish it, and then go and get another book. It keeps them occupied and mommy and daddy happy to enjoy a beer after a long week.
Just in time to save the world...

A little break to watch Lego Batman.

Duncan asked who was in this picture and when I told him daddy's grandmother and daddy he said "that is not daddy, he does not have spikey hair, that is me when I was a baby". Ok. 


Saturday we met some new friends thanks to our buddies Carrie and Jared and enjoyed..wait for it...a farmers market WITH a petting zoo. Consider Wip's mind completely blown. It was nice meeting up with non-locals to discuss the craziness of Florida football and traffic. We then went costume shopping (not necessarily Halloween costumes). I have decided that costumes make my boys very, very happy. So a little investment in Batman and Spiderman will be hours and hours of entertainment. Worth it.
Wip enjoy ciabatta bread.

Best coffee ever made. I dream about it.

Off to the pool...do you think that D would actually remove spiderman from his wardrobe? Nope.

Wip came across a butterfly and asked me to take a picture. When I got up close, I realized that I was interrupting.

Heading to church...the red shoes are back!
Sunday we went to church. I like our new church. Father Rob is amazing and I have really felt a sense of belonging and fellowship at All Saints. Duncan goes to the nursery and Wip attends church with us (and is pulled out for the children's chapel, which he LOVES). I now need to provide a little side note before I get started with my story...

Duncan goes on the potty 92% of the time. Sometimes it is our fault for not catching the signs and other times he will go to the bathroom and most will end up in the potty and a little bit will end up on the floor (not really sure how this happens). The other day he was very sneaky when returning from the bathroom. I asked if he went in the potty and he said "yes!", I asked if he missed the potty and he responded "you cannot go look, it is very expensive". Every time Duncan tries to get into my jewelry or anything that is valuable I will tell him that he cannot touch a certain item because "it is very expensive". Apparently, this is how he also feels about his poop. Sure enough he had gone in the potty and also on the floor. Head scratcher.

Fast forward to picking up D from church. I walked in to a pretty empty childcare room and they told me that he was in the bathroom. In his defense (kind of) he was dressed in a precious john john that can be tricky if you need to use the restroom and you do not explain to your teachers you are not sure how to take your clothes off...I am pretty sure you know where this is going by now. After waiting for a few minutes, the door flung open in the bathroom and there was poop all over the wall, all over the floor, and all over Duncan. How exactly does one poop on the wall? A forever mystery. I was so mad I could have just screamed. The teacher tried to clean it up and I refused her kindness...nobody needed to clean my child's poop off of a wall. Patrick and Wip went to the car and 30 minutes of scrubbing a bathroom, D and I headed to the parking lot in a different set of clothing. Embarrassed, disgusted, and furious describe my emotions. Duncan's emotions you might ask? While I was scrubbing the wall with Lysol he yawned and said "Mommy, I sure am getting sleepy". Really kid? Really?

The weekend was capped off with a family night at church. Face paint, pizza, and lots of running around was the perfect way to end a great (not so great) weekend.

The Good Husband

Friday, September 26, 2014

I have been reading reviews about The Good Wife on ABC and it is being hailed as some of the best writing on television today. Ah hum...we shall see..cough...nothing beats Friday Night Lights. After listening to a review on Fresh Air it not only made me want to see if I could start season 1 on Netflix, but it got me thinking about my husband...

As most of you know Patrick is one of the kindest people you will ever meet. But I don't know if you really understand what a good husband and father he is to us. The fact that he puts up with my crazy is enough to put him at the top of the list, the fact that he puts up with a couple of wild and crazy boys and my crazy...might just make him a saint.
For my birthday this year, my boys got me a necklace. It is a pyramid. Wip's favorite song is Pyramids by Frank Ocean. We only let him listen to the first half because it is about a stripper working at a place called Pyramid, but when the boys proudly handed me my present I was not only impressed (because I really will wear it all of the time) but I was also just a little humbled at the thought put in my gift.
Not only that, but he also entertained my little pirates so that I could have a girls getaway with a dear friend that came in when I sent an email telling her I was having a bad day. Yep, I am pretty blessed. *MAJOR THANK YOU TO EVERYONE THAT MADE MY BIRTHDAY SPECIAL*


I walked in the door yesterday to find Patrick making cookies for the boys. Sweet. I opened the fridge to put back the milk and noticed the lunch he had made for Wip with a note on the front. Very sweet. Then I looked up and noticed some of the notes he has put in the boys lunch since the start of school. The sweetest. What amazes me about this guy is that no matter how hard he might work at his job, he is working ten times harder at home to let us know how much he loves us. It is noticed. It is appreciated. It is reciprocated. 

End of Day vs Beginning of Day

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

The end of my day usually look like the picture above. My ride home from work is miles of break lights and lots of stop and go. My average commute home is 45 minutes to 1 hour...and it does not really matter when I leave. Good times.

He just could not part with the shell when we got in the car.
The beginning of my day usually looks like the picture above, and I could not be more thankful. Logistically it has worked out that Patrick will take Wip to school (they both have to be at school at the crack of dawn) and will I take D to school before heading into the wonderful world of I-4 (a.k.a parking lot!).
This morning did not want to leave without his "firework". He looked up and asked me "who gave this to me?". That is when I got to tell him all about Uncle Chet. Special moment.
We have established a routine of D watching a show while I get ready for work (it cracks me up that he knows not to mention the fact that he is going to watch a show in front of Wip...it just makes for a bad start to the day). Sometimes we don't even need a show to keep him occupied (click here to see what I mean).
He dressed himself. Everything on his body was backwards...I did not change a thing.
We head out for school around 7:40am. Each morning, I have found myself scrambling for my phone because he is doing something hilarious or saying something sweet. I feel like I just have to capture it all. After looking at my Instagram feed, clearly that is the case!
He was pretty upset when we got to school and his teacher did not know he was Leo (mama of girls).

Another day, another turtle (I'm sure his teachers love me for allowing him to come in costume each day).
D always asks to listen to "Lightening McQueen" (aka Life is a Highway, by Rascal Flatts), which is totally fine by me (I used to BELT out that song in my car 100 times per day, it never gets old). Today, after hearing the song twice, I put on a little Paul Simon. The song was called "Duncan". I told D about the title and after giving it a listen he exclaimed "this song is not about me...it is about a man!" (picture this in the deep D voice). I lost it. Thank goodness for the beginning of my day.

Today he was trying to introduce his doggie to the real doggies behind him...neither the dogs or the lady really cared.