Tuesday, May 10, 2016

short shorts

I have been wanting something, anything Oiselle for a long time.  I forget how I found them, but I love their styles and what they stand for.  I decided that for Mother's Day I was going to tell Corey what to get me and Oiselle just happened to have their anniversary sale going on, so it was a no brainer. 

When I pulled these Mac Rogas out of the bag Sunday morning, I was already imagining how perfect my first run in them would be.  I tried them on that afternoon and didn't take them off.  They are much shorter than what I normally wear so I was tugging on them a bit and the liner is roomier than in my Nike shorts, but once I tugged on that as well, I felt comfortable.  Corey likes the shortness, of course

I ran in them the other evening and they really did feel perfect.  The fabric is stretchy and light, the waistband is not constricting, and there was no chafing.  This was after my run, just doing a little stretching, some McGill crunches, planks, and bird dogs.

I would love at least one more pair because I have a feeling I'll be washing and wearing these as often as I can.  And I also really want some tanks, Lori shorts, and their capris in a fun color.

Monday, May 9, 2016

bye bye baby

All three of our kids have had crazy hair stages.  As soon as you give them that first haircut, you suddenly see a glimpse of who they're becoming.

Clark's hair was wild and long and curly his first year.  I look back sometimes and wonder why someone didn't tell us to cut it or why they didn't just do it when we weren't looking.

This isn't even at its worst!
When he got the baby bald spot, the sides and top were easily as long as his chin, but wispy.  The back was not there, so it looked terrible.  I cut it with scissors for a long time and then maybe when he was two, we started buzzing it.

I can't believe he was this little.  Excuse me while I panic a little.
Oliver's hair wasn't as bad, but I cut it much too short much too young.  He wasn't close to two when I buzzed his head the first time.  It was an accident with the wrong guard.  I was pretty sad about it, too.

Just imagine, Clark's hair went to his chin!

Too big.

Logan's hair was stick straight and stood up easily when she was tiny.  The mullet grew in and I trimmed it up in the back and sides to make it even.  For a long time she had a baby bob and I loved how easy it was to clip it to the side or just wear it swooped like below.

We've let it grow and it's gotten so long and curly!  Seriously, curly!  My hair has some wave and I guess Corey's hair could be curly long, but it's so weird that my three half asian kids have curls.  Logan's hair is curly underneath and on the sides, but the top is straight and it looks like a mess most of the time.  For a while I could talk her into a ponytail or braid, but she insists on wearing it down these days.  It's constantly getting in her food or snot and I got fed up and decided to cut it.

I trimmed it, taking an inch off all the way around and gave her some bangs.  Corey didn't want me to touch it, but I told him we've got to do something because it's gross.  I set her up watching Tinkerbell songs on YouTube, gave her a pen and paper to keep her hands out of the way and did the best I could while she squirmed.  

I'm hoping the straight part blends a little more with the curls...and the bangs aren't that short.  I had to hold her down while I blow dried it a little and they were brushed to the side.  I'm hoping it stays a little cleaner or at least food free from now on.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016


Awhile ago I saw a picture on Instagram of some runner's breakfast.  She has toast with peanut butter, sliced banana, honey, and cinnamon almost every day, I think.  It looked and sounded good and I've started eating it almost daily, sometimes twice a day.

I like to change it up though.  The first few times, I used sliced strawberries because I didn't have any bananas.  It was good, so I had it again the next day.  I ran out of strawberries, still didn't have bananas, so I used some frozen blueberries.  So far this is my favorite.  The warm toast and melty peanut butter is a good contrast to the thawing berries.  The honey gives just a little sweetness and the cinnamon is just really good flavor.  Oh and when I say cinnamon, I mean a lot of cinnamon.  The Instagram post was actually her friends poking fun at how much cinnamon she uses.  I thought if I was going to try it, I may as well go all out.  I really can't get enough of it.

I finally used bananas and it's not bad, but it's not as good as the blueberries.  If I'm really hungry or just finished a long run, I usually have eggs and hashbrowns as well.  And I don't love coffee.  I hated it for a long time, tried drinking it socially in college and adulthood, but in the past year I told myself if I don't love it or even like it, I should stop pretending.  So I have started making my own chai latte instead and it's just really good, too.  I used almond coconut milk recently and it's delicious.

I tend to go through phases with breakfast.  I'll eat the same thing for a month or so and then one day I'll suddenly need a change.  What should I eat next?

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

bowling birthday

Friday we took the family to a birthday party and for two of our kids, it was their first time bowling.  This bowling alley has seriously updated the inside since the last time Corey and I were there.  The floors, tables, monitors, all of it was so nice and new.  But anyway...

We were greeted at the door and asked what size shoes we needed.  The kids loved them!  Logan thought she was getting a new pair of shoes and really dug the pink under the black lights.

Our kids were a little hesitant at first, but after the first frame, we had to make them let us help.  Oliver wasn't quite strong enough to hold the ball correctly, so we had him try to granny bowl, set it on the floor and push it hard, and then finally try the finger hold.  The ball didn't move fast, but it made it down the lane and he actually did well.

Clark had been bowling once before, but he didn't remember it.  He enjoyed chucking it as hard as he could into a bumper and watching it bounce back and forth to the pins.  Look at his form!

Logan needed little encouragement to take her turn.  What she really needed was someone telling her to WAIT her turn.  She could have bowled for everyone and it wouldn't have been enough.  We had her put it on the floor and push while we gave it an extra shove at the same time.

Corey and I played, too.  It has been a long time and I did horribly!  Normally I need half a game to warm up, but I never got into a groove.  Oh well.

The kids ate pizza and the most amazing Oreo cake ever.  I wasn't going to eat any, but the mom insisted she wasn't taking any of it home with her.  It wasn't too sweet, but also not too chocolaty.  I don't know how to explain it other than it was really good.

We finished up in the arcade where all the party-goers put like 100 tokens in all the machines in 30 minutes.  My boys were trying to get enough tickets to buy the most ridiculous junk ever, but we walked out with a little inflatable monkey, a whoopee cushion, some dolphin keychains, and a few other little random things.  The kids told us it was the most fun birthday ever.  Or at least in a while.