Where has the time gone?

I was looking through my old pictures trying to find pictures for my blog for Jenny. I ended up looking through A LOT of pictures. There were all these pictures of my boys when they were little, and they are not little anymore. It makes me sad they are growing up so fast! Don't get me wrong, there are a lot of good things that come when they get older, no diapers, potty training is done, they can get their own food when things get crazy, they can help out around the house, heck, Noah can babysit now and then. But sometimes I miss those days when they were little, the cute things they said, the ready hugs and kisses, the laughter, the innocence, having no outside schedule... and I get sad. But then I remember how fun they are now too, and I am grateful for those moments we have with our little people, to teach, to learn, to help them grow, and to grow ourselves, and hopefully.....

I will remember to try a bit harder to live in the moment!

Where in the world......

So I thought a recap of the past 2 years was in order. I broke my foot as you know, had 3 sinus surgeries, surgery for my carpal tunnel in both hands and took up running. Ok, so running might be kind of misleading, I think I am more of a jogger. My running buddy Jen and I joke that we are wogging (jogging slow enough to really be a walk). We did the Handcart Days Half marathon in July of 2011 and thought we might need another challenge to keep us motivated for the winter months so we signed up for the Canyonlands Half Marathon in March and the Ogden Marathon in May. So we sort of started training in January, sort of....Then all of a sudden it was March! So we packed our tents up and headed to Moab. We ran the race with a headwind the entire way and survived. We had not been really super smart up to this point, we weren't following our training schedule very well and so I don't know how prepared we really were but what do you do.



After the race Jason took the boys hiking (I sat in the car and read a book). They hiked up to Delicate Arch. The boys had a blast.



Once we got home I had a momentary panic attack, bought new running shoes, stocked up on the nutrition we had been lacking before this point and the next weekend we set out on our 15 mile run. I got home and cried, I don't know what I was thinking but it set in that this was going to be a painful 8 weeks.
So I am now 5 weeks away from my first marathon. Every time we do our long run I think that I am crazy for doing this to myself. We didn't tell anyone for the longest time, I think saying it out loud made it real. Me posting this here makes it very real.

I have learned a lot in the past 2 years, about a lot of things: being a better mom, being a better wife, following through, putting myself out there, letting others help now and then, being ok with the linen closet when my hubby is trying to help with the laundry, being ok with my house not being perfect, choosing to rest and say no now and then.

Running hasn't taught me most of those, but it has taught me that I can do hard things! I can run through a side ache, I can run into a head wind and not have to stop to walk, I can run up the hills and survive, I can keep going when my legs ache and my lungs are burning, I can CHOOSE to keep going! The mind is a crazy thing huh, not all my runs are good but when I am there, focused and ready I can do anything!

So there you have it!

Hello Again!

It has been a while since I posted, lol, like 2 years. I have no excuses, just life. I thought I would start posting again, there might come a time when I forget about all the little things that go on every day.

Good Bye my friend Jenny

My friend Jenny came to see me today to say good bye. She is moving away and after she left I felt so sad for a long while. She isn't moving that far away and I will see her, but it is not the same as being able to see someone whenever you want.

Jenny and I met about 6 years ago, she was in my ward but I didn't know her that well, mostly just knew of her. We ended up being pregnant together, Jenny with her first, me with my last. She was my exercise buddy, we walked and swam together 3 times a week and there began our friendship. We delivered 10 days apart, both of us having boys.



Since then, she has had 2 more kiddies and we have stayed friends. I am so grateful we are friends! She totally helped me through that pregnancy, and since then she has always been there to listen and laugh with. She doesn't know this but she motivated me to do more than the 5K's I was doing when she ran her half marathon.

I will miss you girl! Have fun in WY!! I love you tons!!



(Just a side note, I have had a couple other friends move away and sadly I never thought of doing this for them, you gals know who you are and I love you too!)

Lots of Fun!!

So I broke my foot today....yep, you read it correctly! Awesome huh? I was late for church (of course) I told Jason to take the boys and head down. I told him to take the car and I would just walk down. It was snowing so I bundled up and Louie and I headed down the hill to church. I was feeling pretty good about myself that we had survived the hill, just as we rounded the corner (just across the street from the church mind you) I slipped, and my foot somehow ended up underneath me and I landed right on top of it with my big arse. So it totally hurt of course and I was pretty sure I did some kind of damage so I tried to get up to walk to the church to get Jason to help me. However, when I tried to walk I totally couldn't, it felt really strange and hurt like you know what. After trying to walk, I realized I was not going to be able to make it to the church, or my house. All my neighbors were at church so I couldn't crawl to anyones house. I didn't have my phone so I couldn't call anyone, (they would have been at church anyways). So I did the only thing I could think of at the moment and I sat down in the snow and cried hysterically. Which is where a man in my ward found me with Louie at my side also crying hysterically. He kept pulling my hand and pushing my back saying, "Come on Mom, let's go." Anyways, the man in my ward helped me into his car and got Louie in the car and drove to the church and went in and got Jason. Jason drove me to the instacare and we got xrays and it was broken. I have a post tibial fracture so I have to be on crutches, I can't put any weight on my foot and I get to go see a Sports doctor to get a cast this week. Yipee. I am not sure what we are going to do for the next six weeks but it should be interesting at our house!!

Boys, boys, boys....

So I have to tell this story while it is fresh, I am still laughing about it. We put the boys to bed about 30 minutes ago, they were really tired tonight and Noah was already mad because he didn't do his homework earlier so some if it didn't get done....anyhoo....We got them in bed and not ten minutes later Isaac is screaming, so I go in there, he tells me that Noah has punched him in the stomach....Jason proceeds to take Noah out to find out why in the crap he would punch Isaac in the stomach. I stay in the bedroom to talk to Isaac. Now Isaac may be a little kid but he can be pretty mean with the things he says, which end up kind of ticking everyone around him off. I ask him what he said to Noah to make him punch him and he won't tell me, so I drag him out of bed and go find Jason and Noah. Neither child will tell me what they said to each other, all they will say is that Noah said it first and Isaac said it back to Noah.
At this point I am doing a a mental review, trying to think of which bad words we have said in front of the kids. We keep asking what they said and neither one will fess up. I am getting pretty worried at this point, I can't remember swearing at them (I usually reserve those words for Jason....) We continue to ask them...still no answer....I am starting to sweat by now, wondering which bad word has been used and how we are going to address it.....
Isaac finally says....
"Noah said that I love....." that is all he gets out of his mouth before I lost it......yep, I start laughing....he proceeds to run in his room and hide under his bed. Noah starts laughing and we finally get it out of him. He said that he told Isaac that he loves Audrey. Then we ask Noah what Isaac said back to him and he starts crying again and won't tell us, he runs and hides under his bed too and we follow them in their room and finally get Isaac to tell us that he told Noah that he loves Maddy.??!
They are both crying and Jason and I are both laughing. I tell them to get in bed and if they don't go right to sleep I will make them both call their girlfriends in the morning.....which creates more crying.....
It is now 9:42 and all is quiet in the Miller house.....who knew girls are such a big deal when you are in kindergarten and third grade??

Happy New Year!

So one of my goals this year is to blog a bit more about what is going on at our house. We have all been sick this week, it has been kind of nice to just stay home and do nothing. We all seem to be well now so YIPEE! We went to Logan today, Jason's parents are home from their mission in Germany. They had their homecoming today. It was nice, I think they had a great time on their mission. We are glad they are home! Well, I may try to be better at blogging.....can't promise anything exciting however!