My Favorites or December in Photos

Last night I stayed up way past bedtime. Alan is on a work trip and so like a child without a curfew, I wasted away the hours downloading, editing and posting photos from the final month of the year. I love photos and the memories attached to them. Here are my favorites.

Grandma, Cesia and Grandpa at Umami Burger, The Grove, Hollywood where I ate what was quite possibly the best burger of my life thus far. 

The Grove.

Three goofs.

Fun with Uncle Matt.

There is just something about hammocks that melts me up inside.

Southwest.

Rock play at Gma and Gpa's. Albuquerque, NM.

Flagstaff, AZ.

Christmas requires snow. We found it here in Flagstaff.

Forever my baby.

Tapas and two of my favorite people in Flagstaff.
(Daddy was allowed his phone at dinner to track the Bear's game. They lost. Blah).

This girl.

Magic.

Little America, Flagstaff. Same place Daddy stayed when he was a kid.

There is just something I love about this shot.

Christmas love.

Possibly my favorite photo of 2013.

Love her spirit.

My favorite four.

Girls and Penguins.

Back home. Favorite Beach. Topanga, CA.

Celebrating 84 years young. Barb has much to teach us about how not to grow up.

Little Boy decorates his first Christmas tree ever.

Sisters. My baby. Ellen.

North Pole Party #2. My cheeks hurt from smiling.

Daddy's girl in every sense.

There is just something about cousins. They get each other - especially these two kindred spirits.

Prescott, AZ.

Snowboarding on dirt.

All the snow these beach babies need.

Pure joy. Pure love.

The world is full of so much wonder. The door is open to so much possibility.

Little dreamer.

Love this house. Aunt Barb's. Prescott, AZ.

Two sisters forever bonded.

Four.

Nature.

Forever my first.

#1.

Christmas Morning. Joy.

Wonder.

Shared smiles.

Family is love.

Shared secrets.

Looking back at photos always reminds me that there is so much beauty in this world, there is so much possibility, so much wonder and all the doors are open. To all of us. Thanks for letting me share my world with you.

Giving Up vs. Giving In

There is many a day that I write an ode to the triple stroller. I love the thing more than I ever could have imagined or my husband could possibly have fathomed when he denied my numerous requests to find one on Craigslist. Yet, as much as I love it there are days that I just can not do it. Yesterday was one of those days.

Tuesdays are my speed workout days. For whatever reason, they seemed to fit into my LA 1/2 Marathon Training schedule best on Tuesdays. The girls are off school on Tuesdays. Without local family or a steady babysitter, this means speed workouts are done with the triple. Three weeks ago I had an amazing 400m repeat session down on nearby flat streets. It was one of those days where I finished feeling like Superwoman or Supermom (although in all truth I do not believe such exists). I was on fire, fast, hit my target times, ran Cesia to sleep along the way and finished the cool-down home singing songs with Adara.

Last Tuesday was so very different. That is life. You never know just what is going to happen or how your kids are going to behave. Cesia woke up early and in some crazy raging mood. The refrigerator broke the night prior leaving us with rotten, warm food and a late night of internet searching for a new one. I was crabby, had a 3 hr school board meeting to co-lead that morning and thought, "What the heck, let's get the workout in now before school." So we did. Cesia whined and cried the entire time. The ENTIRE time. Running hard makes me angry. I'm not sure whether it's caused by raised testosterone levels during hard efforts or the pain I'm pushing through, but I know it makes me angry. Speed workout and labor both make me furious, until the pain subsides and endorphins kick in and I am floating on cloud nine. Seriously, I have never been so mean to my husband as I have during my first labor or my first race with him. I'm suffering and so I'm short, impatient. While running my heart out to cover the 6th 400m repeat in 90 seconds while pushing 140 lbs of weight AND Cesia is screaming that she wants to run back home to get her pink chapstick, I just about lost it. Luckily (for all involved), I was too out of breath and too exhausted to say or do much about it. STOP whining was shouted a few times, but that was about all I could muster. It was just one of those days. We got through it, but it wasn't pretty. 8x400 m repeats complete and on with our day.

When yesterday's training schedule called for 6x400 meter repeats at 5K pace, I was not exactly ready to launch myself right into the same misery. Alan was already en route to DC for the week so running at night was not an option. I called up a babysitter. For the first time ever, I was about to pay someone to watch my kids while I ran. I had never done that before. That was the reason I bought the triple stroller in the first place, to avoid such a necessity. Babysitter was busy. My brain racked itself begging for back-ups. I just wasn't feeling a triple stroller speed session. Cesia was up half the night practicing some form of torture on me, testing just how little sleep I could handle. She may have won but was not in the best of spirits herself due to sheer exhaustion.

I called up my 84 year old neighbor, Barb. She eagerly accepted the position to come watch one boy sleep in his bed (via baby monitor) and two girls play in the yard while Mama got out for a much needed break. With her cell phone in hand and mine cupped in my wrist, I dashed up to dirt Mulholland to complete 6x400 m fast. Though Barb is Isaac's best friend in the entire world and he would be thrilled to see her upon waking, she can't bend over to pick him up out of his crib. Thus, I ran repeat after repeat just 10 minutes from the house in case my phone rang and I had to end the workout early and sprint home. My phone never rang. I ran fast and free, returning home in just 45 minutes feeling renewed and excited to spend the afternoon with my kids. Sometimes that is all you need, a short jaunt, a little break to remind you how much you truly do love your life.

Loving this...

And this...

On my cool-down, I contemplated whether getting a babysitter (free, albeit, as Barb would never take our money) was giving up. Was running without the triple stroller taking the easy way out? Was I giving up? The words of my beloved prenatal yoga teacher, Lara Catone, (http://laracatone.com) came into my head, "Just as the waves of the ocean have an ebb and flow, a rush and a calm, so do contractions. Lose control, give in." Secede control. Sometimes that's what we need to do most of all. And so I that is what I did yesterday. I did not give up, rather I gave in.

What are some ways that you give in, rather than give up? I believe the difference is subtle yet distinct.

Giving into nature. Cesia, Flagstaff, Arizona. December 2013.

Fitting it all in...

I feel like one common theme among my blogs and thoughts lately has been fitting it all in. This is a hotly gossiped topic among moms and athletes and athlete-moms. How in the world do you fit it in? Sometimes it can all seem so tricky to just fit everything in and I suppose that is where priorities come into play. Many nights post-kids bedtime I find myself sticky, exhausted and complaining to Alan, "I didn't even have 2 minutes to shower today." I could not find anytime to pick up those overdue shirts at the dry cleaner or buy that shaving cream that has been at the top of my Target list for over two weeks now. And that stack of bills on the counter that are all ready to go out minus the stamps, yeah they require me to go to the postoffice or a major Supermarket (Trader Joe's and Whole Foods don't carry stamps, darn it). So I never got my 2 minute shower, but I did manage to run for 90 minutes and cook dinner for another 120 minutes (in shifts - prep some here, chop some there, saute some later, put it all together in the oven even later).

It is all about priorities. I have come to realize that my kids are priority #1. Making sure they are well fed and well rested are the main goal. When those two items are reached, everything else seems to fall in place. Many days, just assuring those two things mean we don't leave the house much. Isaac tends to nap about 9-noon, we eat lunch together, then Cesia is ready to nap 1-3 and just as she wakes Isaac is ready for nap #2 from 3-4. He wakes hungry, the girls are starving and cranky and dinner commences by 5pm and then straight to bath and bedtime routine. Somehow the days just fly by. How do I find time to run? We squeeze it in. More often than not I am dressed in running clothes the entire day, just waiting for the perfect opportunity to load up the stroller and hit the streets with our triple-wide jogger.

Lately those runs have been "Nap Runs." These are my favorite -- double check marks off the to-do list type runs. Kid needs an afternoon nap, might as well run! Girls are cranky and need some quiet time, let's go run! Isaac is sick (yet again, thanks to preschool germs brought home by big sisters) and Mama needs a break from holding a 20-lb lethargic miserable baby, load up the stroller and run run run!

We spent yesterday afternoon in sunny Santa Monica visiting some of our first "parent" friends whom I met during prenatal yoga classes while pregnant with Adara 5 years ago now. Five years later and many birthday celebrations and playdates enjoyed over the years with our 5 total kids (3 of ours, 2 of theirs), we had our final westside visit before they move north to Seattle for new jobs and new adventures in just a few short weeks. I always take advantage of the "flats" in Santa Monica while visiting them. As much as I love living just minutes from the mountains and have become a total trail runner, I am amazed by my speed and ease every time I take the kids for a run on the westside boardwalks. It's so flat and fast! 90 minutes with Isaac felt like 20 yesterday, as I zipped in and out of rollerbladers, cyclists and skaters along the Pacific Ocean the whole time watching my little 1 year old peacefully dream. It was one of those picture-perfect, couldn't have planned it better days, where we were able to fit it all in. Isaac got his 3 hour morning nap while the rest of us did house chores, Alan got in a 2 hr mountain bike ride, I ran 90 minutes, they saw Alice in Wonderland at the Santa Monica playhouse, we all caught up over a healthy delicious dinner at Blue Plate on Montana Ave and the kids fell asleep on the drive back over the hill. It was a good Saturday and everyone is happy, well rested and well fed. That is priorities.

How do you fit it all in? Any special tips or tricks? What sits at the top of your priority list? Mine looks like this:

#1 Family
#2 Running
#3 Cooking
#4 Nursery School Board Duties
#5 Blogging
#6 Cleaning/Errands/Chores
#7 A big long MIS-CELL-AN-E-OUS (which, these days, includes showering) : )

In a Happy Place

This new year has started out most beautifully. We seem to have turned a corner, survived the first year with three kids under 5 (we were 3 under 3.5 at this time last year!) and have been comfortably sitting in a very happy place right now. Some things that have been making me smile lately:

1. Isaac sleeping. After spending Christmas break visiting family and staying in close quarters, Isaac got accustomed to 2-3 middle of the night nursing breaks. Exhausted and desperately ready to sleep through the night again, we participated in Sleep Training Round 5 and it was a total success. After maybe three nights of crying/whining intermittently, he is back to sleeping like a champ. In bed by 6:30pm, he cries out between 4:30-6am, I fill his tummy with warm milk and he is back to sleep anywhere from 7:30-9:30am. Wednesday morning he finally rolled over at 9:45am after a 15 hr slumber. No complaints here!

2. Mornings spent cooking. Since Isaac has been sleeping in, I have been capitalizing on my "hands-free time" (i.e., arms are free from not holding a baby) by cooking dinner with Cesia. She has always been my sous chef and is lured in the kitchen by the possibility to eat more food! "Is this a licking recipe?" she always asks. Middle child is ecstatic to get any special time with Mama, and cooking is where that often happens. Adara is happy playing on her own after breakfast and retreats either to her room with books or downstairs with blocks and dolls while Cesia and I prep and cook family dinners. One of the most satisfying parts of my day is to spend time dicing fresh veggies and herbs, simmering homemade vegetable broth (so easy and so delicious - now part of our daily routine), experimenting with new recipes from Vegetable Literacy or Esalen Kitchen cookbook (thanks Auntie M and neighbor/friend Jayn!) and having dinner ready by 9:00am. This leaves the afternoons stress-free and full of play as we know dinner is ready in the fridge to be reheated on the stove and on the table when little bellies are hungry.

3. Family playtime. Last week Cesia initiated playing with Isaac for the first time, ever. As crazy as I am about my little boy, I do realize that up until now he really did not provide much fun for a 2 year old. In the past week, that has changed. Able to engage, laugh and reciprocate, Isaac is the playmate of the house. The girls have clearly sensed the changes and rapid developments he has made and seek him out for fun. Whether it's passing blocks back and forth, back and forth, reading books togethers, playing family, setting up the dollhouse or building with oversized lego's, all three have been enjoying each other so much lately. For the first time I can sit back and observe (though, let's be honest, I'm not actually sitting, rather cooking and peeking down on them, listening and eavesdropping on their conversations). "You are such a sweetie, Isaac," "Thank you, back to you, thank you, back to you," "Let's go find snowball together!" are all heartwarming phrases I've heard a lot lately from my two growing girls.

They even let him in the bath with them now! He used to go so crazy and splash them, the girls begged to take separate baths from little brother.

Picking weeds and cultivating our yard.

Climbing fences.

Little brother loves to be outside and show off his new trick of climbing up the slide and then sliding down head first!

4. Park play. We had our first fun park visit in way too long yesterday. Parks are challenging for me. I spent many long mornings at the park alone with Adara when it was just us. Cesia came along and we spent many long afternoons there just the three of us. Then came Isaac and everyone wanted me for push them in the swing or watch them slide down the giant bumpy slide or carry them across the hot sand or, or, or.. It just wasn't any fun for me anymore. Isaac ate fistful after fistful of sand, choked on sticks he dug up and the girls whined as I couldn't give them enough attention. So we have mostly avoided the park. Until yesterday. With Isaac in this new awesome phase of life, he is so much fun, learning huge new things everyday and just wants to play! So we tried out the park scene again and had a blast. All three went on the swings together, all three build sand castles together, all three climbed the play structures, jumped, slid, ran and explored together. How I love these three kids so much right now.

5. Triple stroller running. Christmas break provided a nice respite from the triple. I did bring the single Bob just in case. I have some separation anxiety when it comes to traveling without a running stroller. However, the Bob happily remained parked in the garage while I ran alone every morning. As much as I did enjoy the break from pushing 50-120+ lbs of weight, I missed the company on every single run. Back home and on full time mommy duty, weekday runs are once again triple stroller time. Tuesday's schedule called for 8 x 400m at 5K pace (90 s) with 400 m jogs in between. I feared this workout with the triple. However, with a Church meeting I had to attend in the evening and Alan leaving the house before 7am, I knew that was my only option. We ran 1.5 miles down to the flats and I pushed that triple for the workout of my life. Superpowers of the triple stroller were in full force. My three little cheerleaders got me through the 90 s intervals with lots of "Go, Mama, Go's!" and we chatted away on the recovery jogs in between. Right as we finished the final fast 400m, Cesia closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. Not bad, I thought, Interval workout completed and child put to sleep. 

First run on the new year on 1/1. Missing one kid though, as Adara
luckily got to play at her friend's house while I ran Cesia to sleep.

6. Outside the Box Take 3. Now that my boy is finally sleeping more at night, he can actually stay awake during the day and have some fun. He is also on more of a routine schedule so I can plan some things ahead - like taking him to Outside the Box (OTB) classes, http://www.otbee.com. Adara grew up at OTB. Knowing zero Mamas or babies in our neighborhood when I first had her, a Santa Monica friend referred us to OTB. We attended our first class when she was only 4 months old and couldn't even sit up. They placed her in a baby-pool full of room temperature spaghetti, along with 6 other babies. She screamed her head off. We went back the following week and 5x/week from then on until Cesia was born. OTB is where we went to make friends, learn, develop our brains, stimulate our senses and spend our most precious days together. I am so happy to finally be back there with Isaac, if only for 1 hr class/week. I can not say enough about their program.

Isaac playing in the bead bucket at OTB!

These are just some things that have been making me smile this January. We are in a very happy place, indeed. What have you been smiling about so far this year? Are you in a happy place or challenging place? Wherever you are, I wish you peace, love and patience.