I'm not tiered...I should be in bed, but no point yet. So why not blog??

Today was an OK day. Went for a nice easy 16mile run after dropping the kidos of at school, having a little nap and an early lunch. I am so in need of a massage right now. (But NO MONEY. What can I say? Moving up here drained our bank account below zero. Sooo worth it.) Being I live on a big hill surrounded by more giant hills, the only why to get in an "easy" run is to force myself to slow down or hop in a treadmill. I opted (as usual) to go slow. Not fun, but with the mountains to look at it was still quite a nice 16 miles. Only my legs are trashed!!! All the hills (mountains, actually!) I've been running have me in need of getting my legs torched by a sports therapist. I'm always a bit envious of the guys who can afford to get massages regularly, buy new running shes every 400miles, run in only non-stinky and hole free running gear, travel the world to races, drive nice cars, have an i-phone or Blackberry...but then I remind myself of why those things aren't in my life......I have 3 beautiful children who I know personally. I get to make homemade meals and bake cookies from scratch. When my house is "messy", I can still have it cleaned top to bottom in less then 3 hours. I get to run 90miles a week and still spend hours with my husband, who makes enough money to support this family of five at his 80 hours every 2 weeks, over-time free, job. Sure I drive a 2004 Torus with 3 torn up booster seats across the backseat. And ya, half my running socks have holes in them. And I promise you, you don't want sit next to me after a run. But all told, I'd pick the life I have. Who needs an i-phone when they have a man who cleans toilets and does dishes at 4 in the morning? No. I think I don't want that massage as bad as I thought I did. I'd rather have the life I have.

Caedmon and a couple memories

Yesterday afternoon I was cleaning the floors while Caedmon (my youngest at 5) was working on his "All About Me" poster for school. He was on a bubble that said "draw your family in here". As he drew, he talked to himself out loud. "First Daddy....I need the brown.....there....He has a penis, so I'll draw that..." At that point I walked over to the table to help Caed out. But He had moved on. "And he has shorts over..." Checking the picture, all I saw was brown Dad in shorts, so I patted Caed's head and went back to mopping. Next came Everett (6 year old brother). When he voiced that he was drawing Everett's privet part, I said, "Caed, you don't need to draw what is under the cloths. Just draw us all in cloths." But he assured me that wasn't right, and he insisted he would cover us all in cloths AFTER drawing us. (!!!!)

This reminded me of two other things Caedmon did years back along these lines. At the age of 2, he made a "boy" angel out of play dough in Bible class. Luckily his teacher was a good friend of mine and fellow mom who got a kick out of it.

Less then a year latter (he was already 3), the Bible story was Adam and Eve. For the craft, they had the 3 year olds glue dye-cut Adam and Eve on a piece of paper. Then the teacher let them draw on faces and handed the kids yarn saying, "Glue the hair on" Caedmon's Adam and Eve were unclothed and post pubescent. I about died!!!!!