The Simple Life

How cute is this little guy?! He is growing like a weed! Where did 7 months go! Max had his 6 month check up @ 7 months & here are his stats: 64 percentile for height, 68 percentile for weight, and OFF THE CHARTS for head circumference! The poor guy has such a big head! I think that is a Dorius trait for sure  :).

 Max is such a snuggle bug. I just love it. All I can think when I'm holding him is 'this is not going to last so enjoy every moment! So I do!

Ellie continues to be silly, rambunctious, adorable, and occasionally a little stink. She loves to cook with me, sing in the kitchen, be thrown in the air by dad, and play with her friends. She is a good big sister and is always trying to help out (sometimes a little too much). She still pulls out every pony tail after 10 minutes of putting it in and insists on having the wild woman look.That little sassy personality is just one more reason why we love her.

      El and the neighbor boy Ryder. They sure make for a dangerous pair. Luckily, these swim goggles give them all the super powers they need.

We sure are grateful for our family. Our Heavenly Father continues to pour his blessings on our simple life.

Max's Marathon

       All summer long I've been training for my annual 'baby marathon'. I am trying to do one marathon in between each baby to help me lose the baby weight. I'm starting to re-think that idea... Anyhow, I just finished the St. George marathon and let me tell you, I did not care for it AT ALL! I know...negative nelly, that's me. It was simply way to much down hill for my body to handle. By the end of the race I had to walk/jog down the hills and make up for it on the flats because my quads were killing so badly! I obviously should have trained on more downhills.
     The other marathons I have ran I ran with friends and I think that is why they were more fun but this one I ran all alone (however, this flamboyant man from California did make for the occasional conversation) and it simply was not very fun. Running is always better when you have a friend to run with. Period.
       By the end of the race I literally could barely walk because my quads were screaming at me for pounding them into 26.2 miles of downhill pavement.  When I got to the end I walked over to the fenced area and sat. and sat. and cried. and sat. Why did I cry? Hard to say. When I finish marathons  I am so pooped that I usually cry with thoughts of 'I did it, I did it!' and 'I hated that, I hated that!' and I'll never do that again!' and then I go sign up for another one. sigh. None the less I had a nice P.R. (Personal Record) of 7 minutes as I crossed the line in 3:10.42.

 My cheering section, that missed it all. They were late and Mitch was a bit frazzled  Honestly though, I didn't care that they missed it. My finish probably looked like I was about to die. Mitch let me have the whole day off of corralling kids. He was incredibly helpful and It was a good thing too because I could barely walk.  I wish I could have extended that free pass for 2 more days as I continue to walk around like an old lady. I also held true to form as I pulled out a nice fever the day after. That is my bodies way of saying, 'that was a bad idea'.
  Mitch just sits back and says "I can't wait for winter to come and I can take the whole Saturday to be out snowmobiling with the boys". :) I guess turn around is fair play.

Ellie still cheering. Please excuse the hair...Mom was not there. That is one thing that makes Mitch worried if I die. "how would I do her hair?" We will have to have some lessons soon.  :)