




My sweetie pie is 18 months old!!! Here are some of his stats: 27 Lbs (65th percentile), and 33.5 inches long (48th percentile). He is a strong, healthy sweet baby boy. He is a bit behind on speech, but that is b/c Juie and I take such good care of him. He is right on track with other developmental milestones. Some of the things we love about our little man: He is a lover! He loves to grab us and give huge hugs, he loves to play with my hair when he is sleepy, he loves to stop whatever he is doing and run up to us and pat us in a loving way and grin! He is very laid back usually and goes with the flow pretty well. He is actually stronger (physically) than Julie, and has proved this on many occasions. Some words that he can say (that usually only me or Julie can understand) are:
Nana=Banana
CAAAA= car
dell dell= yellow
eeew= blue
uht=up
ink=drink
mama
dada
zeezee=sissy
We are praying that he is a steadfast rock for our family and the family he will have one day (**sniff**) :0) We pray that he and Julie have a very close and loyal relationship. He has been a sick boy a lot in the last year, so I wonder if he is such a well behaved boy for being sick a lot, I couldn't imagine how good he is when he feels better! PS, yes he is definitely a "mommy's boy," and i loooove it!
Okay, so since I (Lindy) am the author of this blog... I had to dedicate one post to my first running shoes.
When Logan turned 2 months old, I decided I needed to get back into shape (yes, I gained loooots of weight during that pregnancy). I also felt like I needed to do something for ME instead of being a portable milk jug for my baby, and a personal baby wipe for my 2 year old. Running sounded like a fun challenge.
But then it wasn't at first...
Because it was January and freezing outside, I ventured out to the gym. I tried running on the treadmill and about passed out after 3 minutes. I mean like my face was beet red, sweat pouring, gasping for breath, about to pass out. I felt discouraged. So I decided to research. Shoes seemed like the best place to start. I knew my shoes were old, and I needed some good quality ones. After researching in runner's world magazines and their awesome website, I figured out that I was an over-pronator, and needed lots of arch support. So I set out to get my first pair of REAL running shoes. the ASICS GEL KEYANO. I will never forget the trepidation I felt as I handed the guy behind the counter my debit card. $130 bucks was a lot to spend on a tight budget, and I left the store feeling dread about my new investment. My committment to being a runner became solid that day. After several months on the treadmill, I decided to try outside running, and loved it even better. (treadmills can only go so far....). Running became my time. No one else could go out and do it for me. I started praying and meditating during my runs. Usually after the first mile, I could feel the tension easing out of my body and slipping into the concrete. After a long courtship, I fell in love, and my shoes were there to capture every second!!!
When I look back at Logan's firs summer, I think about my running. These shoes and running pushed me through one of the most difficult seasons of my life. Dealing with depression, 2 very small children, a struggling marraige, weird symptoms leading to celiac, and adjusting to life as a full time mom was too much for me. God, family, my children and running got me through. These shoes were there with me on my 5:30 a.m. runs. They were there for my 8 p.m. runs after my children went to bed. They were helping me pound out my stress and frustrations. They helped pave the way to a healthier, more emotionally stable ME.
These shoes were there the first time I ran for one hour straight (without stopping). They felt my fear in my first 5K race(32:10), and my exhilaration in my second 5K race(31:15). When I went this past fall to get my new running shoes, the guy helping me scolded me for not getting a new pair sooner, they were really worn down!!! I smiled and said, "well, they have a lot of history." He smiled and nodded his understanding. I will never throw these shoes out, and they stay at the bottom of my closet in plain view. They serve as a reminder that i can push through just about anything and that hard work does pay off. I sort of feel like they should be dipped in bronze for all that they have been through! so here's to my shoes....