Ultra-marathon Post!

Lots to catch up on. . .rather than doing 10 little posts I have decided to just put it all together into one gigantic one. Brace yourselves. . .

4 months old!
Tessa turned 4 months on the 22nd. A few tidbits on her:
*She can roll over from back to front (she just learned this).
*She hates tummy time and will work herself into such a frenzy that she does little 360s all over the floor.
*She LOVES Max. No one can get her to laugh like Max can. He can get her so excited that she squeals, it really is the cutest thing.
*She weighed 14 pounds and was 24 inches at her 4 month checkup. Average height with a hint of chubbiness.
*She now screams at the top of her lungs every time we put her in the car. If you add that to Tyler's frustration with all the drivers and lights in Dallas you have a very unpleasant driving situation. Needless to say, I am NOT looking forward to the 20 hour drive home this summer.
*She likes to be held ALL the time.
*She has the cutest smile and is finally figuring out that she doesn't have to stick her tongue out as far as she possibly can every time she smiles.


Texas Rangers
We went to a baseball game a couple of weekends ago. Honestly, there is not much better than a baseball game. The tickets are much cheaper than other professional sports, which is a definite plus for us right now! Enlarge the picture and you'll see Tessa in the middle of a full out scream. Our usually sweet and sunny Tessa was like that the entire game. I think the altitude was hurting her ears, our seats were at the absolute top of the stadium and it was a bit like climbing a large mountain to get to them. Next on our list (besides another Rangers game) is FC Dallas. I can't wait for that!

Baseball, by Max: "Okaaay, don't look at me, just look at the ball. Now swing! Strike three, you're out!"


Zoobilee
Last weekend there was a big carnival at the zoo for all the zoo members. It was crazy crowded, so we kind of skipped all the carnival stuff and went and saw the animals like usual. Max had fun running around with Logan (his best friend, unless Logan happens to be beating the snot out of him, then Max makes it clear they are NOT friends). The double stroller looks huge in this picture. It felt huge as I was pushing it up the hills, at least.


A bit of advice:
If you are in Texas and hear on the news that there is a severe thunderstorm warning, you should not drive clear in the snot out to ______ for a bookclub thinking you will be fine because it is only a thunderstorm and the weather looks fine right now. You may find yourself driving home in zero visibility, thinking that perhaps the tons of rain pouring down may actually break the windshield, and accidentally going over a flooded bridge where one car is already stranded. You may start to worry when you are already up to your windshield in water (possibly exaggerated) and notice that a cop has come up behind you and blocked off the bridge to the rest of the cars. Disclaimer: If the husband of my friend who drove with me to the bookclub is reading this post, this didn't actually happen. As for the rest of y'all, take my advice because I know what I'm talking about. Here in Texas, they don't use the word SEVERE lightly!


Max's version of what actually happened. . .
On Tuesday we went to a class on food storage at the church. (I highly recommend that everyone have it, by the way. I am certainly going to work on it.) As the class was running a bit long, Tyler decided to go in the nursery and check to see if Max needed to go potty. Max's shorts were a little damp, and this is Max's and Tyler's conversation about it:

Ty: “Why are your shorts wet? Did you peepee in your underpants, or did you spill water on them?”

Max: “Yeah, I did spill water on them.”

Ty: “How?”

Max: “I was thirsty and picked up the cup and I drinked it and it went down my shirt and got my shorts all wet. [Insert long pause here] No, I did not spill on me. There was a gun in there, and it went psshh psshh and squirted me all in here and got my shorts all wet.”

Ty: “Really. Where’s the gun?”

Max: “In here. [Pointing to his shorts] And it got me all wet, [pulls up a leg of his shorts] look I’m showing you my leg and it got my leg all wet, too.”

The other day he was using a slice of cheese as a squirt gun so I guess I can understand how he could mistake something that actually does spray out liquid for a squirt gun.

Ultra marathoner. . .maybe

A 50K on May 24th. . . For the non-metrics out there, that equals out to be about 31 miles. My mom is just a very persuasive person I guess. Our conversation went a little like this:

Mom: "I think I am going to run a 50K on May 24th. Do you want me to sign you up too?"
Me: "That's really soon, almost in a month! I haven't really been running consistently lately, and haven't run more than 13 miles in well over a year. I actually had a very relaxing May 24th already planned. . . Okay, sign me up!"

So, unless I suffer a crippling injury or experience a temporary return to sanity (and it would only be temporary) I shall be doing an ultra marathon on May 24th with minimal training (which makes the crippling injury quite likely). I mean, what person hasn't finished the grueling 26.2 miles of a marathon and then thought, "Really, this was over way too quickly, I WISH I could just run at least 5 more miles."? (Not sure on how to do the punctuation there) Anyway, that was more of a rhetorical question, please don't answer that!