San to the Diego

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Russ's cousin Aly got married in San Diego (and what a gorgeous wedding that was!), so we decided to make a trip of it and stayed 3-4 extra days. We rented a little house close to the beach and spent our days taking it easy and doing whatever we wanted. The family time was just what we needed.

San Elijo Lagoon. Max was a fan. 

Hotel Del Coronado. Best beach ever! Someday I will stay in that beautiful hotel and not just bum off the perfectly manicured beach. 

Obivously Clara was also a fan (haha!!!). Should I be concerned she already knows how to post up on the beach like this?!?

Deep conversations in front of the hotel. 

Clara LOVED the beach. Loved loved loved it. She also loved getting in and out of the hole her and Russ built, but once Russ started putting sand back in the hole and "burying her" she made it known that she was no longer a fan. 

I have been told Clara has the perfect cartoon-style crying face. We have lots of these pictures. :)

If I had to push a stroller on the beach to get babies to sleep every day I would not be sad. 

This girl and her zebra melt my heart every day. Also, the humidity of San Diego made her hair even more amazing. (I seriously didn't comb it the whole time). 

This goofy, sweet boy also has my heart. 

Sand everywhere. Double Bob for the win. 

Max is a hardcore Daddy fan, but how could you not be?!

Water shoes left to dry. Not a bad life. 
Thank you San Diego for a great time. We will be back. 

Summer is here, and it's going to be good.

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

After a long morning of running errands with fussy babies, nap time is here and I should be productive and starting to pack for our road trip. Instead I'm choosing to procrastinate and update the blog with yet more pictures of my babies. 

Summer has hit in full force. I can already tell this summer is going to be so much fun, especially compared to last summer. I still had two small babies that couldn't do... well... anything. I'm loving that we are down to one nap and that Max and Clara love water, the park and the museum at Thanksgiving Point. I love being out with them and watching them experience the world. 

It seems lately that they are starting to play with each other a little better than they have in the past. When Max is sad Clara will bring his bear over to him, or when Clara is crying Max will bring her binkie and put it right in her mouth. Not every moment is idyllic, but I can tell they are little buddies. I love my babies.

This tether ball game was sooooooo intense. ;)

I love this cheesy boy's smile. He loves sliding down this tube on his belly. He chuckles every time.


This was Clara running to the playground with so much intensity and excitement she wiped out only seconds after the picture was taken and scraped her knee :(  She doesn't let life pass her by, that's for sure!

Clara found my longboard the other day and was in heaven scooting herself along the sidewalk.

Little boys in tank tops. My favorite.

Summer is here!

The Lewis Twin Piano Show

Obviously all kids love pianos - it's a loud and big piece of furniture and they can bang their little hearts out. Lately, however, they have both been loving sitting on the bench together and I'll hear them giggling and playing their little hearts out. It makes me so, so so happy. My dream is to have two little piano players that still love sitting together on the piano bench 10, 20 or 30 years down the road.

A mom can dream, right? 

This might be the silliest little face I've ever seen.

Silver Lake

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Ahhhh... how things have changed with children (obvious statement of the day).

Russ and I have always loved camping/hiking/etc. We took the twins hiking with us for the first time yesterday to start off our Memorial Day weekend. Russ had given me a nice Deuter brand hiking backpack from ebay for Mother's Day and we were excited to give it a try (it rocks, by the way). After packing up half our house, loading up the truck with car seats and toys and sippy cups, pacifying screaming babies as we off-roaded on some dirt road up to Silver Lake, we were finally on our way. 

It. Was. Beautiful. 

Getting out in nature is always such a refreshing change of pace. The babies even love it. The trail we were doing was only 2 miles up, 2 miles back. After what seemed like quite a while we checked to see our progress - .6 mile. Oh my. 

Babies starting getting restless in the backpacks. 

Backs were getting sore. (we have big babies after all)

We finally made the decision to turn around at about a mile. My goodness! Everything takes so much longer/is way harder hauling two 19 month babies up a mountain! Even though it felt like a bit of a failure, we still had a great time, escaped into nature, and got off the mountain without any tears or injuries. So, by golly, I call our first hike with the babies a success! Next time we may just do a less steep hike :)

Utah, you are beautiful. The end.

Mother's Day

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

I'm a week and half late, but I just wanted to express my gratitude at the chance of being a mother. This last Mother's Day was especially poignant for me. I felt incredibly aware of how precious these little people were and how they have been entrusted in my care. As many of you readers know, motherhood did not come easy for me or in the timeframe I wanted it to. But it did come, and I'm glad I continued to persevere through the battlefield we call infertility. 

I am also still incredibly aware of how Mother's Day can be a little bit of a sting for those who are still in this position. I have a handful of close friends who are in this boat, and I thought of them all weekend long. Don't give up, friends. Don't give up.

I am so grateful for my babies and the chance I have to be their mother. They make me want to be a better person. I am grateful that even after our hardest days they still think I'm the bees knees. I hope that never changes. :)

My Marathon Experience

Sunday, May 17, 2015

I finished my first marathon! 26.2 miles.... check!

WARNING: Slightly detailed and probably overly wordy explanation below. This was just such a huge momentous day that I really want to get the whole experience down in writing before I forget! 

I always told myself I would never do a marathon. It just seemed so unattainable, even after a half marathon. However, things changed when Whitney, the wife of Russ's cousin, emailed me last December and asked if I wanted to do the Ogden Marathon with her. Luckily Russ is in tune and knew that I secretly wanted to do it. With some not-so-subtle hints he convinced me to sign up. He bought me a marathon training book by Hal Higdon for Christmas. Two weeks later I started my 18 week training program. 

For the most part I enjoyed the training process. It felt good to achieve another milestone week after week, especially once I had passed the 13.1 mileage and started reaching numbers I had previously never hit. The 15 miler was especially significant. As the mileage continued to build and I was doing 30+ miles a week, it started getting rather stressful, exhausting and causing a bit of anxiety. It might have something to do with my crazy twins. :) I was having to find babysitters to go on long runs (which seems crazy to me), Russ was picking up a lot of slack with Max and Clara, and I was just really physically tired. As race day approached, anxiety started building and I was having a hard time sleeping. I just wanted to get this race over with! One of my favorite things about those super long runs, however, was when my little support crew would find me on the trails. It always made my day! Again, Russ is pretty much amazing.

On Friday after work, my mom came to stay at our house and Russ and I drove up to Ogden. We stayed in a crappy little motel since we were late on the whole "get a hotel next to the shuttle bus" thing. :) As per usual with races, I barely slept (maybe about 3 hours?) due to nerves.

So, so, so tired at 4:15 am after 3 hours of interrupted sleep. I think I was contemplating driving home instead of getting on the shuttle at that point. :)

I was so glad I had my San Antonio friends, Stacie and Andrea, to be with before the race. I also loved knowing Ryan and Whitney (Russ's cousin and his wife) were in on it, as well! Runners are a crazy bunch, but at least we are all crazy together. We got to the starting line and had to wait for about an hour and a half. It was freezing and even started lightly snowing at one point! When we threw our clothes bag into the bus to take down to the finish line, I put my rain jacket in the bag thinking I would probably be fine (very quickly regretting my decision). At the starting line I had just my tank top and a plastic bag over me (because rain WAS in the forecast). I wanted to kick myself! What had I done?! I said a silent prayer that I would be OK. After the starting buzzer went off, I was slowly walking to the line in the crowd and saw a few items of clothing on the ground that others ahead of me had discarded. I pulled to the side and picked up this random rain jacket that was a few sizes too big. I wore that jacket the ENTIRE race. Haha! That was a new low for me, but I was also so incredibly grateful for that stranger's rain jacket - an answer to prayers for sure. 

The race was such a rollercoaster of emotions. I was so pumped up to finally be doing the thing I had worked so long to achieve. I was exhausted, especially halfway in. I was frustrated that this huge day I had been looking forward to had the worst weather EVER. It started raining pretty heavy at about mile 1 until the very end. It never stopped raining, and at some points there was horizontal rain directly into our faces. Super brutal conditions for a 26.2 mile race.

My main goal of this race was to 1) FINISH and 2) try to run the whole thing. I am so incredibly happy that I can say I achieved both of these goals! Aside from walking through the water stations, I never stopped running! At mile 17 I made a friend named Lindsey. We ran with each other till about mile 23. I am so grateful for her! She helped distract me from the dreaded "20 mile wall" I was super nervous about. I was so shocked to also feel a boost in energy and endurance around mile 22 or so. I picked my pace up for the last 4 miles, something I also never thought would happen. Previous to the race I had only ran about 19 miles, so I was fully expecting the need to walk near the end. 

This was around mile 23 going up our last little hill of the race. You can see my awesome rain jacket. :) 

I saw Russ for the first time at mile 21. I started crying. Seeing him standing there, so excited and supportive, made me so full of love and appreciation for him. He has been my rock through this whole training process. He was on his bike and was able to bike along side me between mile 24-25, which really helped me stay energized. He left me at mile 25 to get to the finish line, and I started kicking it into high gear (such an amazing feeling!). When I could see the finish line far away, I started getting emotional again. I sprinted the last quarter mile or so. I was so, so so excited to be DONE and to get out of the rain. Despite the fact that every inch of my body was screaming in numbing pain, I found enough energy to do so. It is AMAZING what our bodies can do. 

I am convinced running is 49% physical and 51% mental. It truly is "mind over body."

Crossing that finish line was beyond incredible. Again, I was surprised by my emotions. There were times when I thought I wouldn't be able to finish - both during training and the actual race. But once again, I proved to myself that I CAN DO HARD THINGS. I finished at 4 hours and 38 minutes. I had never really set a goal time, but I am perfectly happy with that time, especially considering the horrible conditions I ran through. My main goal was to finish, and finish I did! 

I don't think I'm going to do another marathon for quite a while, if ever. However, this was something on my bucket list, and what an awesome feeling to say I did it. 

Sigh of relief!

Here I am with Ryan and Whitney (who I pretty much owe this experience to! If she hadn't asked me to run it with her, I would not have thought to do it). We were dry and had just had our complimentary massages, so obviously we were feeling much happier. I think it also helped that we had finally, for the most part, stopped violently convulsing from being so cold. Fun times! :)

18 Months!

Monday, May 11, 2015

My sister-in-law is an amazing photographer. Sadly, her and my brother are moving to Seattle this summer, so I wanted to take advantage of her amazing skills before she is gone. Max and Clara are at such a fun age right now, we wanted to capture them at this 18 month stage. The photoshoot went about as one would expect with two 18-monthers, but Bella was still able to capture some great moments. 

Such a good gem :)