Sunday, February 02, 2014
Back at it
Opening day at brand new swimming lesson facility! Noah shivered his way through his lesson with promise of a warmer pool next week. It didn't hurt his motivation a bit.
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Saturday, January 18, 2014
Best day
Many days I ask everyone in the house what the best and worst thing that happened to them was that day. This Saturday afternoon Eric and I went on a bike ride up the beach and then stopped for lunch. While we were eating our tacos Eric says to me, "If you asked me what my best thing was today I would say spending it with you. " Tears. Oh how a love my sweet boy.
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Monday, January 06, 2014
Monday, December 30, 2013
Noah's first ski lesson
Reluctantly taking an all day lesson that he made it through until 2 pm before insisting in his expressive Noah way that enough was enough away from Mom.
Here he is after 2 runs on the " fork lift - the lift that scoops you up" with Mom; well, and a hot chocolate with whipped cream.
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Tuesday, December 03, 2013
October Newsletter » Mt. Whitney: Spooktober!
What Noah's class was up to in October:
Monday, December 02, 2013
Noah's pre-school activities
September Newsletter » Mt. Whitney: New Beginnings
Sunday, December 01, 2013
Let's make a deal
Upon learning a bath or a shower was the choice he had to make if he wanted to watch cartoons, Noah exclaims," That is not a fair deal!! I want a better deal!!!"
Three years old and already able to identity that THERE MUST BE a better deal.
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Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Friday, November 22, 2013
Home
Every summer we come home to Montana, where soda is pop, the sun is up til' 10pm, and the kids run barefoot in the grass, climb trees and make new friends.
Montana living is different and making a home and life in California makes it even more easy to see. Things seem more simple. Fewer people, distractions, or places you think you need be or things you think you should be doing.....or maybe that is just vacation.
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| Hylite outside of Bozeman. Photo Credit: Aunt Kathy |
Friday, November 08, 2013
Sometimes
Even if it was almost a year ago, this picture is proof that Momma and Dad do clean up on occassion.
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Sugar bugs
This brave boy had to have two fillings today. There were definitely tears but he handled it like a champ and nursed a smoothie for lunch while snuggling in his comfort position on Momma's lap.
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Saturday, September 07, 2013
Eric's seventh birthday
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| September 2013 |
Right now, turning seven years old, your birthday is about presents, cake, and fun times with family and friends, and oh yeah, more presents!
For your parents, grandparents, and close grown-up friends your birthday is MOST importantly about celebrating all the little and big steps to this day, your 7th birthday! It is day of reflection on your precious face and all those beautiful features that have grown from preemie, to baby, to boy. It is noting that you have grown from 14 inches long to 47 inches tall and that tomorrow you will be a fraction taller still. It is remembering every bottle, feeding, and meal between 1 pound 15 oz and 48 pounds. Its looking in those eyes and knowing those eyes are the very same eyes that opened to me for the first time seven years ago and the see the world so beautifully and have changed the way I see it.
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| September 2006 |
| Same smile pre-teeth 2007 |
| Curly hair 2008 |
Your birthday is a day for you and its significance is marked as it should be with birthday booty, bounce houses or, by playing pinball all day with your closest friends! For Momma and Dadda it's celebrating you growing and being blessed a million times over to be a part of it. Happy Birthday Eric. We love you.
| Throwing rocks in the crick 2013 |
| Smeers camping 2013 |
Wednesday, September 04, 2013
Quotes from Montana visits
Eric "I have only seen pigeons, not ever a bald eagle."
Noah "this isnt soda. It's called pop"
Noah at Shakespeare in the Park "they talk funny"
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Ridge run fun approaches
In the tapering period of my training I told Noah I was heading out for a short run. He says, "No you're not. You will run far." He just couldn't believe that after all the long runs it was even possible to go for a short run. The miles are logged. The shoes a tried, tested, and trained in along with every other bit of even potential gear. I've read every blog at http://bridgerridgerun.wordpress.com/. I have studied the elevation and determined where I will walk to climb up rather than run, and where I can let'er cruise. I have written down the rogue directions given at http://winddrinkers.org/ridge-run/. I know what I will eat and drink, how I will arrive at the start by 6am, and exactly what socks I will wear. I have interviewed Ridge Run finishers with an obsessive amount of questions. Branch Brady has run this race twice already and happens to be my cross-town high school cross country coach from back in that day. After talking with him I know am as prepared as I can be (patting myself on the back right now). I also talked with LUNA sponsored athlete and friend http://teamlunachix.com/sponsored/athletes?athlete=797 who ran this rugged race with her untrained (what!) husband in 2012 after competing in the ITU Long Course Triathlon Championships in Vitoria, Spain (what!)the weekend prior to the Ridge Run! She filled me with confidence and assured me that "if I enjoy this kind of stuff" I will have a blast! She also gave the advice of stopping, taking pictures, and looking behind me to see what I just ran.
After talking with these experts I determined that my estimated finish time might just be 5 hours and 30 minutes. This is with quite a few assumptions! First assumption is that we make it to the starting line without bottoming out the car on Fairy Lake Road. I ran 20 miles in 3hours 18 minutes so estimating this will take me nearly 2 hours longer than that rolling hill trail tells you a lot! My estimated time assumes I don't have to work more mountains than I thought, that I can handle the terrain, that I don't hang out for 20 minutes at a check point talking and enjoying the view, that I don't have to bandage a blister, bruise, or scrape, and that I don't have to take care of ...well, "girl stuff" that so conveniently coincides with the same point in the month as the run. Irritating, yes, but at least I am not pregnant!
I have been practicing my downhill running skills and tried different shoes with different approaches to tackling the technical stuff. Approach #1) nimble, small, flexible, support shoes, and #2) fat, thick, roller, support shoes. I am going with the fat. They oddly seem to help me run down hill better even though the take up more space. Running downhill on a trail is quite different from the road so I have learned. It's comparable to downhill mountain biking and downhill mogul skiing. You pick your line, you follow it, you bend your knees down low, and hold your arms out like you are holding ski polls. I have discovered this keeps you in the best control and you kind of "dance" tip-toe even down the hill. Notice I said hill! These are mountains and I am a nervous nelly coming down hills. So that is another assumption, that I am confident enough in my skills to not put on the breaks the entire 9500 feet net descent down the mountain.
And then there is the elevation. It must be respected and if it tells me to slow waaay down well, I slow way down. What more can I do? Nothing more than I have. I live at sea level and have had the added bonus of tapering for the past 10 days at 3500 feet so maybe I gained a few extra elevation points for that.
This is an adventure for me but keep in mind there are people who do this year after year. There is even someone running this rugged mountain race barefoot for, from what I can tell, the third time! I am looking forward to the adventure and the camaraderie with fellow Ridge Run enthusiasts and Montana natives. While my bib number says Alameda, California. I run this race to celebrate being Montanan (almost born, and definitely raised). The sky will be as big as this race in the town of my alma mater. I am also so excited to run the same course as Branch Brady. My admiration for him as a runner and a coach make me feel honored to "hang" with him. His words of support and encouragement during my days of competition still ring load and clear 23 years later!
In the words of Eric and Noah, Wee Haa!!
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Time to start family vacation
Eric is literally watching the clock and letting me know the time every minute we get closer to boarding time.
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Sunday, July 28, 2013
Writing
Noah has the O and H down and is recognizing the letters of his name in other places. He is also asking how to spell certain words. Yesterday he wanted me to spell "glitter "
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Friday, June 28, 2013
Slow and steady
People always look at my little boys and reflect on how big they have gotten and exclaim the time goes "so quick " . Then they will follow that up with a comment something like "someday you too will look back and wonder where the time went." I am so depressed by the thought that I have to think there is a better way that doesn't let time just slip away unnoticed.
I was told I would harldy remember our wedding day or my children's birth but it is not true. These moments are imbedded so deep in my remembery that I not only remember the details of the events but I also remember thoughts and feelings. In all their experience and wisdom there IS something they have missed. Our life is a journey and in that journey is story after story. My Grandmother new it and she remembered her stories in such fine detail should could have written a memoir from the homesteader's account.
Time is slow and steady. It is however, always moving forward. It is too easy to let it slip away unnoticed and I am thankful that many perfect strangers have alerted me to that ease. It is this knowing that helps me stop, pause, and take notice of the many small minutes that give me the totality of time where I am now, a mother to a six year old and three year old who are as young as they will every be right now. In our now increasingly busied-on-the-go-society it becomes more challenging to pause. I must defend against invaders so I am not overtaken by "shoulds" and before I know it saying "oh it goes by so fast". My defense is to block out "noise" and prioritize the musts and limit the shoulds.
I didn't grow from my Grandpa's little Tara to grown-up-mom- career- wife-Tara overnight. Nor have my boys been birthed, nurtured from babies to school-aged children overnight. If we fill our lives with so much busy and too much on-the-go we don't have time to pause and take the journey until ....puff everyone is grown up. I remind myslef to pause, soak it all in and note each small victory, milestone, or conversation. What did I do today? I slowed down the morning rush so we could all watch the garbage truck. We all met the garbage man, Mario, and learned that he worked for Clif Bar some 18 years ago and knows many of the old-timers there. I encourage everyone to slow down just for a second and meet their garbage man!
With that, we are going camping this weekend to isolate from musts and shoulds and just be.






