Sunday, July 27, 2008

Happy Birthday, Andrew!

Happy Birthday, Baby!

I can't believe that you are four years old today - it is such a gift to watch you grow each day and I am so proud of the big boy that you have become. You are my "big, strong boy", so smart and funny and full of curiosity and amazement. It is an honor to be your mother.

Today is particularly special for me because it was 4 years ago that I became a mother and (no surprise) my life changed forever that day. I was so excited about becoming a parent and I knew it was going to be our responsibility to teach you values and life lessons, but I didn't realize at the time how much I would learn from you. You never cease to amaze me ... Happy Birthday, Sweetheart!

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For Andrew's 4th Birthday Photo, please!

Monday, July 21, 2008

The Moore Boys

I couldn't resist sharing a couple of cute stories about the boys:

- This morning when my earrings were missing, Andrew said, "Daddy, can find them, he is a big strong boy!" He was totally serious too -- it was so sweet because it is so clear that his Daddy is his hero. Andrew things (and rightly so) that his Daddy can fix anything and he wants to be able to do the same.

- Tyler has become quite good at following directions (when he wants to anyway). He has finally decided to stop fighting his diaper changes so if you hand him a diaper he will lay down on the floor so he can be changed - this is a major improvement over him trying to roll away while he is covered in poop.

- If you ask Tyler to tickle someone (typically, Tickle Daddy) he will show you his pointer fingers -- so watch out, he will get you!

- Tyler is desperately trying to learn to touch his tongue to his nose (to copy Daddy). If you ask him to to show you his tongue, he does and he tries to reach his nose.

I know I have said it 100 times, but my boys are growing up so fast!

I Was Running ...

Sometimes I feel like Forrest Gump. No, not because I am running for exercise or running across the country, but it seems like to juggle all of the things that I want to do I end up running. A lot. Running to my car in the parking garage in high heels. Running from the pool in my flip flops. Running back to the gym at my office to take a shower before they close.

Take today for instance. For some reason, I ended up staying up past midnight and I had to be up at 4:45 a.m. to get to the pool. I did my pool workout from 5:30 a.m. – 6:50 a.m. or so, at which point I ran to the car so that I could get home to pick up Andrew to take him to school (Doug was taking Tyler to the doctor, otherwise he would have taken the both boys to school today). Well, I forgot my fins at the pool so I had to run back inside and then run back to my car. In an attempt to have a “serenity now” moment, I turned the stereo way up and rocked out to Bowling For Soup’s “Greatest Day”. I must have listened to the song at least 4 times on my way home. It has sort of become my personal anthem on how to look at each day because the song says, “This will be my greatest day!” Take a listen.

Well, when I got home I realized that I was missing the earrings that I was wearing, the ones that I never take out of my ears – my diamond studs – talk about an “Oh Crap” moment. So much for My Greatest Day! However, miraculously, I managed to remain very calm and tried to be very pragmatic about the whole thing. I thought for sure there was no way I would ever see them again. I was just trying to be thankful for all of the blessings in my life and not get upset about something material. Well, by some Miracle of God, I got them back!

I called the gym to tell them my dilemma. Well, the nice lady that swims next to me heard the man at the front desk talking to the pool people about my earrings and she got back in the pool to look for them and after some searching (as they were not visible right away), she found them! I got the call as I was on my way back to the pool, with Andrew in tow, to search for them myself. I saw her when I went to pick them up and she told me it made her day to find them – wow! The kindness of strangers can truly be amazing. I told her that she didn’t just make my day, she made my year! I will be writing a thank you note and giving a gift card of some sort as a small token of my appreciation. So, my public service announcement is this – don’t wear your favorite earrings to the pool! Even if you never take them out, one day they may fall out all on their own.

This all serves as a reminder of the juggling act we face every day. I am a mother, a wife, a daughter, a friend, an employee, an athlete, and photographer (am I missing something?) and each day I try to do the best I can do excel at all of those things. Some days I am not so great in any given category (although I try to make sure it is rarely the employee category as I do need my job after all), but I am still a believer that you can “have it all.” Having it all - a family, a career, hobbies, a life – everything that you want as long as you can find balance.

Lately, I do not feel as organized as I once was, perhaps because there are more “balls in the air” than there once was, but I hope that I am a good example to my boys that you can achieve any goal you set your mind and heart to – all with a little balance. Oh, and apparently, you need to be able to run and juggle too. Just don’t do it in your best heels (lest you scratch the heel)!

It's that time of year ...

We took a great day trip to Galveston today and went to the train museum, had lunch at the Spot and then spent about an hour on the beach. The boys had a great day despite not having naps and it was fun to get away, even just for a day. It was also a preview of our upcoming vacation to Florida - I can't wait!

One of the main reasons for the trip to Galveston was to take Andrew's 4 year old photos at the train museum -- here are my favorites, please choose yours (vote)!

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Saturday, July 19, 2008

The Launch of Iron Dreams

In an effort to keep the family blog focused on family events I have launched a new blog website to chronicle my journey to the Longhorn Ironman 70.3 in Austin this October and potentially the Florida Ironman next November.

www.annesirondream.blogspot.com

Check it out if you are interested! My race results from last weekend's Sprint Triathlon are posted on the new blog.

Want to know what is so funny about this whole thing? ...

In February I was feeling unfit as I was not back in my pre-Tyler jeans and my photography hobby was getting expensive, so I decided to jump start my fitness program by using a personal trainer that was available through my work. I figured that I would put photography on the back burner and focus on something that was less expensive. Working out is almost free, right?

I worked with Lisa for about 6 weeks and then started working out on my own. In April I did the MS-150 and at the expo I came across a flyer for the Longhorn Ironman 70.3 in Austin in October. Pretty much right then and there I decided I was going to do it.

So, I looked up training programs online and got to work. Well, new running shoes, running socks, heart rate monitor, running clothes, running belt, Hammer Nutrition products, 2 sets of swim goggles, latex swim cap, swim fins, Nike+ iPod, new bike (with Tri upgrades), fluid trainer (to ride my bike in front of the TV), triathlon books, a gym membership, and 3 months later I am well on my way to getting tri fit.

So much for my new hobby being less expensive! I am not going to scare myself by totaling the cost of the equipment listed above. Did I mention that the registration fees for these races run around $75 for the shorter races, $225 for the half Ironman and $500 for the full Ironman -- plus travel?!

The good news? I am back in my pre-Tyler jeans! The bad news? I still have an expensive camera habit / hobby and I have added another expensive hobby to the list!

It is a good thing that I have a supportive husband!

Saturday, July 05, 2008

Goodnight Sweet Major (August 8, 2002 - July 5, 2008)

It is with great sadness (and perhaps a touch of relief) that I share with you all that Major has been laid to rest. His quick decline in the last 3 days was quite shocking considering how much he had lived through, but I guess his body just got to its breaking point. The relief stems mostly from knowing that he is no longer in pain.

He stopped walking and standing on Thursday and Doug and I decided that it was time. If his quality of life had been marginal before it was non-existent now and to top it off he just looked miserable. I could imagine that when he slept he dreamt of the long runs we used to take, our trips to the lake and catching Frisbees.

I always thought that Major was a beautiful dog that got dealt a bad hand (for those of you who do not know he nearly died one week after we adopted him from the SPCA), but he always managed to pull through which earned him the nick name Major Miracle. He managed to live long past his life expectancy for an animal with his disease -- and he kept his Labrador "I'm Happy" spunk nearly to the end. Even on his last day here with us his tail still had a slight 'thump, thump, thump', which was his trademark, and he gave everyone kisses.

The boys said goodbye and Andrew told him that he loved him and thanked him for being a good dog. He also told him to be a good boy for Zeke and Shelby. That alone was enough to make me tear up.

Good night sweet Major (aka Champ) - I hope that you are on a long run somewhere right now, chasing cats and retrieving balls back in your 100 pound body. Say hello to your sisters and know that we miss you more than you could ever know.

This is how I choose to remember Major:

Thursday, July 03, 2008

Retail Me Not

I am not sure how many faithful readers I have left these days, but of the couple I know of, I thought that you all would appreciate this website, Retail Me Not:

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I have been able to find coupon codes on this site for nearly ALL of my recent online purchases, which has saved me quite a bit of $$. Check it out!

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Running in High Heels

I get it now. I don't agree with it per se, but I get it. The ever cliched "Mom" clothes.

I finally understand that moms that dress in "Mom" clothes are not doing so because they want to be frumpy or because it is just 'easier', it is because (in my opinion) that they don't want to run in high heels, show of their underwear when they bend over to pick up their toddlers, or ruin their favorite shirt with sticky fingers.

I don't *think* that I dress in "Mom" clothes ... and certainly today at work in my khaki suit and brown Enzo sandals with killer heels I wasn't wearing the mom wardrobe. Well, the sandals may have made the outfit, but they almost killed me at 6:06 p.m. when I looked at my watch as I was still sitting at my desk with my computer still on and my bags still in the cabinet. Did I mention that I have to pick the boys up by 6:15 p.m. ... and it takes me several minutes to walk to my car and their daycare is 2 miles from my office? Do the math, it was not looking good.

The good news, I set my watch fast (4 minutes ahead of the time announced by the radio). The bad news, I set my watch to the daycare clock, or at least I did several weeks ago when I almost got in trouble for being late. My clock showed I was on time and their clock showed that I was late, so I set my watch to their clock and I was off the hook. However, I noticed just this week when I was signing the boys in that my watch was faster than their clock, but I couldn't remember by how much.

So, what did I do? I RAN in my heels with 20 pounds of computer, workout clothes, purse and other stuff from my office to my car, up three flights of stairs and up a sloped garage drive and then drove my butt off and got to daycare at 6:17 by my watch(which was probably a world record. I am sure that my blood pressure went through the roof in my attempt to get to school on time. As I was parking my car I noticed quite a few people inside still. Good sign. I walked in (door was not locked, another good sign) and acted like I was not even remotely late and I glanced at the clock as I punched in the code to go to the classrooms to pick up the boys. 6:15. Score. If I wasn't try to act so smooth I would have done a happy dance right there in my heels!

So, have I learned my lesson? Yes and no. I will definitely be more diligent
about checking my watch but I am not giving up my high heels. Heels make me stand up straight, make me look taller and feel skinnier - they are a Yoga class and Prozac rolled in one that you wear on your feet.