Provo City Half Marathon

Last weekend I ran the Provo City Half Marathon.  Last time I ran a half was two years ago, before I got pregnant with Owen.  It's been something I've been wanting to do since I had Owen (last February) and I can finally check it off the list.   

 

Collin and Traci came down for the weekend and they ran the Relay Half, along with our friends Abby and Taylor Zmoos. 

And our friends, the Blomquists showed up before and after to show their support. Cory showed up pre-race with Gu's and water and Bree showed up to cheer all of us on as we finished! We are lucky to have such great friends.

Brett and Owen were great cheerleaders too.  They showed up along the course to cheer me on and seeing them always gave me an extra boost of energy.   At about mile 10, Owen saw me and came running towards me with his arms open, saying "mama". 

Owen might look mad in this picture, but really his mouth is just full of the french toast they served right after the race. 

Minute-To-Win-It

We had friends over Saturday night for a Cinco De Mayo Party.  We had a great spread of Mexican food and desserts, but really it was just an excuse to get together.  Traci and Collin stayed with us for the weekend, so whenever they are here we try to get everyone together.  Each couple was assigned a minute-to-win-it game to bring. 

The "get the oreo from your forehead to your mouth" game.  So funny to watch.

Pull all the tissue out of the box in a minute (pulling one tissue at a time).

Stack three golf balls.....this one is impossible.

But I love the concentration faces.

I didn't get pics of the mummy-wrap challenge, but after the minute-to-win-it games we had a limbo contest {haven't done that since like the 3rd grade) and played Mad Gab. 

Such a fun night with good friends.  And believe it or not, Owen slept through all the ruckus!

Easter and Things...

Owen has taken an interest in his stuffed animals lately, so for Easter we took him to Build- A-Bear to get a new puppy.  He got two, one big and one little one (the little one practically free).  Build-A-Bear wasn't all that exciting for him, but he thought the cotton-stuffer thing was pretty cool.  And he got pretty excited when he saw his puppies and lots of "bahs" (balls) in a basket!

 

The little puppy is his favorite.  He's been carrying it around like this all week. 

We scattered eggs around the living room just to see what he would do.  He did nothing, except pick a couple of them up and throw them.  So we put them in his basket for him and he shook them all out.  Most of the eggs were empty but a couple were filled with mini marshmallows.  Nothing better than marshmallows for breakfast!

After church, we had our friends the Archibalds over for a pretty non-traditional Easter dinner.  Their little girl Alli is almost two. I think they like each other!     

We do dress our kid, especially when girls come over.  

On to other things.  Owen is growing up!  He's 14 months and turning into a handsome little boy.

He loves to watch The Backyardigans, loves to play with balls, always wants to be outside, and thinks he needs to run everywhere.  He has such a goofy personality, and such a great belly laugh, and loves to show off.  Although he can be stubborn and very impatient, and kick and scream and throw tantrums, he can be very cuddly and sweet.  He likes to give "big squeezes" to mom and dad (more mom though).


He still has this crazy hair that will only grow straight up.  We've tried to let it grow thinking it will eventually lay down, but it doesn't.  So we just keep buzzing it.  And it just keeps growing straight up.  Maybe we need to try some serious hair product! 

And, he is finally saying momma! The biggest milestone yet;)

How Great Thou Art

Love this. 

Kicking and Screaming....

Someday, Owen won't appreciate these pictures.  

But just to give you a glimpse of our tantrum-throwing one year old.  Here he is at his best.

Kicking, and screaming, and scooting his little bum....

all the way across the floor...

a little further...

until he just can't go any further.   And gives up.

He had just spilled his sippy cup all over (hence the wet shirt) so I took it away. And this was his reaction.  I couldn't help but take some pics, the camera was right there.

After an unsuccessful fit he is real sweet and wants to cuddle.  

So....who wants to babysit? ;)

Baby William

Congrats to Ryan and Laura on the newest addition to their family, William Craig Denney, born on March 3rd.

  Will wasn't a big fan of taking pictures, but there were a few {short} moments of him sleeping and laying still.  He is such a sweetie.   

 

The Three Year Glitch

Our very first day, in our very first home (townhouse, but I can call it a home right?), Brett and I celebrated our three year anniversary.  It was on a Sunday (March 13th, I know I'm behind), we'd been moving all weekend and it kind of slipped our minds.  Oops.

Until Sunday morning Brett said, "Happy Anniversary hun, I bought you a home. What did you get me?" Funny guy.  On Monday, he sent me an email with a link to this article with a note saying, "We made it!"

Apparently making it three years is a big deal these days.  The biggest obstacle couples face is called the three-year glitch, and that little irritations become a major issue within three years.  So big that it leads to divorce. 

What little irritations?

You mean how I don't squeeze the tooth paste from the bottom-up.  And I don't clean the top well, so it gets all gewy and sticky and the lid doesn't close right. 

Or how Brett insists all dishes "need to soak" before rinsing them off and loading the dishwasher, even if the dishes aren't that dirty.

Oh those. Yeah they are slightly irritating.  But we always find a way to laugh about them....eventually.  

We are proud survivors of the three-year glitch!

We'll survive 'em all....

Leave it to the Boys...

We are in our new place and finally just about settled.  My parents drove out to help with the move (bless them) and we recruited Brett's friends to help as well. We really couldn't have done it without their help and it was so nice to have my mom here to entertain Owen all day.  

I was really worried about scratching our new walls or damaging any of our furniture...I thought I was working with amateur movers here. 

Clearly I was wrong...

 

And clearly I had no reason to worry...   

 

I only had a few minor panic attacks.  It was happening before I really had a say, and I guess I am grateful.  No damage done! 

 It was the most logical, practical, and most efficient way to get it done.  Of course. Thank you boys, thank you dad.

Oh Owen...

You are a goofy little fella'....

 

 

I'm behind in blogging about what we've been up to, but I'm too busy de-junking and packing. (I know it will pain my mom and Sheri to hear we have a great pile going for DI).  We are moving to Highland this weekend!  I will catch up once we are all settled.

We were in Arizona two weekends ago to run the Ragnar Del Sol Relay with my brothers and their wives.  My parents flew in to watch all the kiddos and my dad caught Owen playing dress up with my niece Gracelyn's cowgirl hat.

The last picture says it all....BUSTED! Gosh I love this kid.

One more for the Birthday Boy...

Just one more birthday post for Owen, bare with me.   Here he was marching out into the living room where his present was waiting..

We got him a basketball hoop, but the balloons were quite a distraction.  Maybe we should have just gone with those.

He finally got around to his hoop...and as long as we are clapping and cheering for every basket he makes, he likes it.

Cake Time...

Craig and Sheri came to town for a quick visit, so we celebrated Owen's birthday with them a day early. 

 

I attempted to make one of those giant cupcakes but the top was too top heavy, so I just used the bottom piece and made it a mini cake. 

 Thinking about it...

Going for it...

Got it!

Don't worry, he didn't eat the entire cake.  We took it away and gave him a small piece to see if he'd eat the cake part instead of just the frosting.

Nope, he was all done.  Frosting is filling you know, and more fun to paint all over your body.

Priceless.

 

One Year...

It's hard to believe this little thing joined us one year ago.  So. so. tiny.

He's not so little anymore.  Happy First Birthday Owen! We love you.