Thunk

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Sometimes it’s easy to forget that Patrick is only 2 1/2. He’s very tall. I mean, very. We were at Costco a couple of weeks ago and someone asked me if Courtney and Patrick were twins – they’re 23 months apart. Patrick is taller than some of the kids in Courtney’s class. But he’s lean, tall and lean. As I learned, if you put the 2 1/2 year old in a 3yr bathing suit, it won’t stay on…

My kids are out of school this week so we’ve been spending a lot of time at the park. Yesterday we thought we’d try a new spot. Like many of our parks, there’s the “big kid” play area and the “little kid” play area. And of course, Patrick wants to play where his sister plays – the big kid area. He does pretty well on most of the areas but still has some difficulty with ladders. And this playground was FULL of ladders. I rescued Patrick from one ladder but he was just kind of stuck but “safe”.

A few minutes later he scales another ladder. I was watching but I wasn’t right next to him. I saw him get his upper body on to the platform and then his legs were just hanging there. I moved to go and get him when he just fell. Fell between the platform and the ladder. And WHAM THUNK! There goes his beautiful little head on the ladder. There’s the instantaneous scream. The sobs and shrieks of terror. I scooped him up and my friend said he was bleeding. I looked in my hand and there was a pool of blood.

I never really freak out as a parent. I tend to remain pretty calm, pretty level headed. I know from experience that head wounds bleed a lot. A tiny gash can produce a ton of blood. But I couldn’t really see where he’d hurt himself, it was on the back of his head and his hair was just caked in blood, as was the back of his shirt. Someone gave me a ton of wipes and a handful of tissues. Someone else happened to have a cooler of ice and ziplock bags.

I eventually determined that the wound wasn’t so bad. The gash was small, the blood was just extreme. And he was fine. He wasn’t lethargic, he’d never lost consciousness, and he wasn’t having a hard time staying awake. That doesn’t change the fact that I was still terrified for my boy but they get hurt. It happens. I’m just glad that he’s (we’re) OK. Nevertheless, I think we won’t go to the park today…

Singing a happy (out of) tune

Patrick is a singer. The boy looooves to sing. It’s beyond adorable. I mean, it’s terrible but it’s SO cute when your 2 year old just belts out a tune. (And really, this video is more about Courtney screaming than Patrick singing. But still, SO cute!)

My kids love Wonder Pets, which they watch on Netflix. No lie, it’s the worst show that was EVER made for TV. I’m not sure what network it was on but I have no doubts that the president of the networks child came up with the idea for the show. Or someone had something they were holding over the presidents head because I can’t imagine why someone would have thought this was a show to pump money into. But alas, they did and my kids love it. Go figure. Anyway, we get a lot of teamwork around here…

Teamwork from Karen Chatters on Vimeo.

Have you seen my spring?

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There’s something wrong when you have to tell your 4 year old that no, she can’t go outside at the end of March in Georgia because it’s too cold and raining (again). Sorry honey, you’d need to bundle up to go out and play, I know it’s almost Easter and all the trees are blooming but I don’t want you to get sick. I don’t feel so bad for not having finished my quilts because I won’t be sitting under them, sweating, when I bind them because it’s so damn cold around here. I doth protest!!
I feel like this never-ending, drab and wet winter (hallo, it’s spring!!) is never going to end and it’s impacting not just who gets to play outside but the spring in my step. It’s depressing. It’s time to move on.
We have had a bit of sunshine though and you can bet my kids have worked on soaking it up while I’ve just been sewing away. I finished 4 Easter/bubble dresses last week while Courtney gardened. In her pajamas. And her vest. I love this kid.
Courtney insisted on posing with the dresses I made while I was photographing them. It was a little odd because normally, she HATES when I take her picture. Maybe we’re turning a corner on photographs but probably not the fake smile…
And Courtney is clearly channeling her inner-Rasta and may be telling us it’s time for a trip to the beach…
It’s a good thing that I have my own little sunshine(s) to keep me happy and warm because Mother Nature certainly isn’t helping me out.

Back at the 1/2

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Back in December I decided it was time to run another 1/2 marathon. I think enough time had passed since my first in April and I was ready for a challenge. I hadn’t really done any long runs, maybe 2-3 runs a week, if I was lucky. But I missed consistent running and was ready for a new goal. Bring on the Publix Georgia Marathon & Half Marathon!
This run had a training group option that you could sign up for and I am SO glad I went that route. We met every Saturday for 14 weeks and ran in a pretty hilly area of town. I didn’t make every training run, but most of them, and I REALLY enjoyed having a supported run every Saturday morning and someone to run with. The hills were KEY to my success for the 1/2 as everyone said it was a pretty hilly route. Another thing that I really liked about the schedule was that it wasn’t crazy hard – 3 short runs during the week, a long run on Saturday’s and a cross training on Sunday (which I almost NEVER did). 
Fast forward to the race and I felt great going into it. I actually felt HUGELY anxious, like throw-up anxious, which is pretty lame because it’s not like I’m a contender. I slept TERRIBLY Saturday night – couldn’t sleep and woke up every hour. Literally. 12:42, 1:42, 2:42, 3:42 and at that point I just called it a day and got up. I’m sort of glad that I was up so early as it gave me time to get down there and work through some things. Cough cough.
The race started before the sun was up but the day promised to hold perfect running weather. The temp was in the upper-50′s and there was little breeze. It was actually almost too warm as all the training we’d been doing was in the 30′s-40′s and I wasn’t really sure what to wear. I had to stop at mile 2 and take off the shirt UNDER my short sleeved shirt, which turned out to be complicated. Apparently, I’d safety pinned the 2 shirts together and couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t pull the shirt off. The good news with my wardrobe malfunction and the longer stop was that by the time I was done, the 2:15 pace group had caught up to me and I was able to run with them. I was hoping to run a 2:10 but thought that was a wee-bit optimistic. Anyway, I felt really good. It seemed like we hit mile 5 then 6 then 7 then 8 and so on with no issue. I kept thinking to myself, “really, that was a mile?” which means I must have trained well. I felt like that until we hit mile 10.5/11 and then I thought, “holy sh*t, is this over yet?” There was a mean uphill around 11.5 miles and I could have used a serious chair lift to get me to the top but I made it. The sad thing about that was by the time I hit Marietta Street, the last street taking us into Centennial Park, I didn’t have much left. And the helpful signs telling me 1/2 mile and 1/4 mile to the finish didn’t give me that oomph I needed to sprint to the finish as I really just didn’t have it
BUT, I finished with an official time of 2:16:37, which I’m calling 2:14 as it took me at LEAST 2 minutes with my damn wardrobe malfunction. And when I stopped my Garmin at the end, apparently I didn’t actually hit the stop button so I’m not sure what my time was. Oh well. I’m pleased with a 2:14 and really had a great time.
Can’t wait for the next one!!

Family time

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Courtney’s realized that “let’s have family time” will get her almost anything and we had a ton of family time this weekend. It was really nice. We had a great weekend with hints of spring. It was great, if you can get past the head cold that never ends. I’d write more but my head is still full of crap and I’m pretty sure I have a sinus infection. 
Sending the kids to lockup. Courtney actually looks guilty.
Not sure how or when he got big enough to climb that high.
The spring in the air meant there was some time spent outside. The kids were dying to get a little wet in the hose, who were we to say no? Of course, they were freezing when they were done but it was so fun to watch them!