Thursday, August 4, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Back in Time... March... Ella's Bday!
I am trying to catch up on my blog, so we are rewinding time and going back to March, Ella's Birthday.
Ella is now 8, I can't hardly beleive it.
We surprised her with a trip to DisneyLand.
She had a sleepover with her best friends: Angie, Paris, Stratton, and Brooklynn (wishful thinking that my girls will be best friends... one day).
Ella is now 8, I can't hardly beleive it.
We surprised her with a trip to DisneyLand.
She had a sleepover with her best friends: Angie, Paris, Stratton, and Brooklynn (wishful thinking that my girls will be best friends... one day).
Kaden's First Birthday
We feel so very lucky to have been able to throw Kaden his first birthday. Since the day he was born I wanted to throw him a Woody's Roundup birthday. As most of you know we are trying very hard to keep him in our lives, his Mom, my sister, is young and very much lost and his birth dad has only met him 3 times and thinks he wants Kade. That being said we have tried to savor every first with him. First Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Valentines, Easter and now his Birthday. My Mom and I made him his cakes; which was great to do together. Our family was all there and my best friend Kerri came to share this day with us. His Grandma Pat (Bry's Mom) made him his Johnson blanket; these blankets are very special and very loved by all the Grandkids. Kaden I loved you before you were born and hopefully we will have many more firsts together!
Sunday, March 20, 2011
It All StArTeD WiTh A MoUsE!!!
It Was so fitting that the first character we saw at Disneyland was MICKEY!!
We were all starving waiting for our turn at Areil's Grotto... Just then down the pier who do we spot Mickey! We ran to get in line and only had to wait 15 minutes! Here is a picture of the girls waiting!
We were all starving waiting for our turn at Areil's Grotto... Just then down the pier who do we spot Mickey! We ran to get in line and only had to wait 15 minutes! Here is a picture of the girls waiting!
TWinS
I can't tell you how happy it makes me that Ella has a cousin and a bestfriend all rolled into one!!! It is something I have always wanted for my children. Ella and Megan are only 8 months apart and look so much alike (Aunt Jeanie called Ella Megan the other day and the girls thought it was GREAT) and they are so cute together; it is such a blessing just to see them together. I know Shari is smiling from Heaven to see this as well.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Oh how I Miss Long Runs
The Wonders of Mutual Silence
01/18/2011 9:10 AM
Mark Remy
On Saturday morning, Warren and I ran 9 miles. Or 10. I'm still not sure; I wasn't wearing my Garmin.
I do know that we ran the Telephone Loop, so named because when viewed from overhead the route kind of, sort of resembles an old telephone headset. From Warren's house in Emmaus, we ran to 10th Street, then up 10th (an eye-popping climb); east to 5th Street; down 5th (a long descent); east to 2nd Street; up 2nd (another crazy climb); west onto Oak Hill Road (which is even steeper); down Oak Hill; east on Vera Cruz Road; up the back side of 2nd Street (a mile-long climb); then all the way back down 2nd to our starting point.
It was a brutal run. But a good one. As usual, we talked a lot, solving most of the world's problems and cracking jokes.
Until we got to Oak Hill.
The turn onto Oak Hill comes, as noted above, well into a tough climb. At that point we were both already gasping for air, in that desperate "I'm okay, not gasping, everything's cool" sort of way that men running together often gasp. With Oak Hill, the climb got even steeper.
As a result, we clammed up and just ran.
That's when the bliss kicked in.
Not the back-rub/aromatherapy/day-spa kind of bliss; the clarifying-pain/running-in-silence-with-a-friend kind. Which, for my money, is better.
Those moments are uniquely satisfying, aren't they? Suffering alongside a friend, in mutual silence, has a way of distilling your running — your life — to its essence.
In those moments, here is your world:
•The sound of breathing — loud, deep, and rhythmic.
•The sound of feet scuffing pavement.
•If it's cold, as it was Saturday, the sight of your own breath, escaping in puffs of vapor.
Suddenly — and it always seems sudden, at least to me — you find yourself in a bright, new place, free of mental fog and distracting chatter. It's like climbing above the tree line: You struggle to breathe, but there's an almost-startling sense of clarity.
Here were my thoughts, as we climbed in silence:
This hurts, but I am alive and lucky to be out here. Breathe deep. Run tall. Relax.
I'm not sure how long it took us to clear the top of Oak Hill — maybe 5 minutes? – but every step of it was painful. And instructive.
Thanks for the run, Warren.
01/18/2011 9:10 AM
Mark Remy
On Saturday morning, Warren and I ran 9 miles. Or 10. I'm still not sure; I wasn't wearing my Garmin.
I do know that we ran the Telephone Loop, so named because when viewed from overhead the route kind of, sort of resembles an old telephone headset. From Warren's house in Emmaus, we ran to 10th Street, then up 10th (an eye-popping climb); east to 5th Street; down 5th (a long descent); east to 2nd Street; up 2nd (another crazy climb); west onto Oak Hill Road (which is even steeper); down Oak Hill; east on Vera Cruz Road; up the back side of 2nd Street (a mile-long climb); then all the way back down 2nd to our starting point.
It was a brutal run. But a good one. As usual, we talked a lot, solving most of the world's problems and cracking jokes.
Until we got to Oak Hill.
The turn onto Oak Hill comes, as noted above, well into a tough climb. At that point we were both already gasping for air, in that desperate "I'm okay, not gasping, everything's cool" sort of way that men running together often gasp. With Oak Hill, the climb got even steeper.
As a result, we clammed up and just ran.
That's when the bliss kicked in.
Not the back-rub/aromatherapy/day-spa kind of bliss; the clarifying-pain/running-in-silence-with-a-friend kind. Which, for my money, is better.
Those moments are uniquely satisfying, aren't they? Suffering alongside a friend, in mutual silence, has a way of distilling your running — your life — to its essence.
In those moments, here is your world:
•The sound of breathing — loud, deep, and rhythmic.
•The sound of feet scuffing pavement.
•If it's cold, as it was Saturday, the sight of your own breath, escaping in puffs of vapor.
Suddenly — and it always seems sudden, at least to me — you find yourself in a bright, new place, free of mental fog and distracting chatter. It's like climbing above the tree line: You struggle to breathe, but there's an almost-startling sense of clarity.
Here were my thoughts, as we climbed in silence:
This hurts, but I am alive and lucky to be out here. Breathe deep. Run tall. Relax.
I'm not sure how long it took us to clear the top of Oak Hill — maybe 5 minutes? – but every step of it was painful. And instructive.
Thanks for the run, Warren.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
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