Best Kid In the History of the World… EVER!

Don’t try to argue with me, let’s all just agree that Jack is the best person in the whole world. The most amazing, the most accomplished, the most attractive….all that and more.

I have just really been loving being a mom lately. That’s not to say he is also not a toddler and we haven’t experienced our fair share of fits…..let me tell ya, they exist. But they are also fucking hilarious. Exhibit A:

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Bicycle meltdown – Somehow this kid got the bicycle gene. It comes from the men in my family. They are addicted to bicycles. My brother would randomly show up on our doorstep and say something like ‘I drank too much espresso today, and I just kept going’. I actually avoid meeting up with my dad for bicycle rides because he will say things like ‘we’re going to ride up this trail and have breakfast’, then 14 hours later they will stop by on their way back down. Basically what I am saying is *my maiden-name* men just can’t get off their bicycles.

Don’t get me wrong, I love riding my bike too, but I am no where near as extreme as them. So when this tantrum happened it literally made Andy and I laugh hysterically. Jack obviously wanted to go for a ride, but when mom ripped the valve stem while pumping up the tire….we had a real issue on our hands….And BTW no, you can not just put him in his Ergo and take him on your roadbike…he wanted that bicycle…obviously.

I actually had to hide his helmet and keep him from being anywhere near the garage for a few weeks because bicycling fucks with my knees. And crackly knees are not the best to have while you are training for a run (which went great also, if you were interested in an update on that…there it is).

Anyhoodles. So you can see even when he does throw fits, he throws hilarious fits that make very little sense and cause us to laugh at him…probably not the right reaction, but I am okay with it.

He’s just become a very considerate person. He’s always been cuddly and affectionate (he gets it from me), but he is also becoming really genuine. If you sneeze or cough he will put his little hand on your arm and say ‘You okay mommy?’ Just stab me in the eye with cuteness! Am I right?

Anyway I know everyone loves their kid and thinks they are awesomesauce….but I couldn’t help wanting to brag it up. Here are some more pictures!

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We found him in the dryer one day….best parent award nominees?

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He doesn’t let you look like an asshole alone. Now that’s a stand-up guy.

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The Pinnacle

So I am not a runner….not really anyway. I am a leisurely jogger. I have always been that way and I will tell you right now, I probably always will be. But there is also something I can’t resist…and that is peer pressure from my sister-in-law. In the past it has been me pushing her to sign up for runs and yoga classes, etc. But this year she takes the peer pressure cake.

There’s a run in Colorado that’s pretty well been a part of my life since childhood: the Bolder Boulder. My Mom and Dad’s band played at the festival following the run a few times, and when I was in school up in Boulder I dropped friends off at the start and stood on the sidelines to cheer.

To call it a serious 10K would be a misrepresentation. I recall one year a group of guys ran past me carrying a tiki bar, then there was the 80-year-old woman dressed like a 4th of July fairy….you get the idea. Now that’s not to say it isn’t a serious race for some. After the public runs, they send the actual runners…you know the people who do it for a living and use the race as a qualifier for things like the olympics and what not.

I remember the first year I saw them. This huge herd of women rushed by in the blink of an eye and you couldn’t hear a thing. It was so silent, like their feet barely touched the ground as they ran. It was crazy.

Anyway, I had very little desire to ever take part in the race myself. In my opinion, if you’re going to go further than 4 miles, its time to get on a bicycle. Being a slow runner, it takes me almost an hour to go 5 miles…..that is a long time to be running.

But my SIL’s fiance….oh wait. Hey guess what? My SIL just got engaged! Woohoo! That is a very exciting story in and of itself, but I will have to tell it another time when I can add pictures and what not. Anyway her fiance ran it last year, and she – being a good girlfriend – dropped him off at the race and watched. For some harebrained reason she isn’t satisfied just watching others run it like I am, she wanted to participate this year…..which is hilarious as well…one sec.

So she sat there and  successfully convinced me that we could do it. We had run almost 4.5 miles during the Turkey Trot, so 6.2 really wasn’t that much further. I gave in after a couple of weeks and registered….Then do you know what that little butthead did? I say butthead in an endearing way.

She got a new job! That’s right. She changed jobs and then told me she wasn’t sure she’d have the day off yet…..I told her she was running it or I was going to murder her. There was no way someone was going to talk me into running that far and then back out on me. No way Jose!

Anyway obviously I am very scary and threatening…and also she is still in training, so she doesn’t actually have to work on Memorial Day. So she is back in.

The other hilarious part about her being the one to pressure me into it, is that while I have been training a lot for it, running about 4 miles 2x a week, she hasn’t trained at all…..not since our last 5K, which was a month ago!

What am I going to do with her?….I dunno, but since she forced me into this, I am determined to run it….so I might have to be all survival-of-the-fittest and ditch her if she needs to walk. That little punk will probably show up and run the whole damn thing though and be completely fine……that’s how tiny skinny bitches are :).

Anyway, so if you don’t hear from me again, it is probably because I died…FYI.

The Winningest Loser

I will never understand the selection process for government projects. So the good news is: we won the interview! We were the best most awesomest team! I stood in front of a pretty serious panel of people, one in which just the thought of who they are made me want to poo. But I didn’t poo, not only that – I impressed them….The bad news is: we lost the job to another firm who underbid us….lame. How they could possibly do the work for that little, I have no idea, because honestly I wasn’t sure how we were going to do the work with our low bid…..le sigh….I know it should be just an honor to have stood before the people we presented to, but I don’t actually feel that way. I feel pissed to be honest. The firm that won is not the best firm for the job…and this is a project that needed the best team. It deserved that attention. Knowing they weren’t even ranked as one of the top 3 teams after the interviews tells me that they weren’t really the best team at all…So I am not so much pissed because we didn’t win, I am just pissed that the project didn’t get what it deserved. And also because if it was just going to be based on money in the end, then why even interview in the first place? Just ask for bids and be done with it.

We devoted so much to it….today I walked back to the library to relinquish the books that I checked out on the building. I know I shouldn’t be as attached to these projects as I am, but I can’t help it. I make them important and then I can’t let them go. I am sure something else will come along soon that will make it all worth while. But today I am feeling defeated…..which is lame.

Also I am sick. Which is dumb. I had to travel Tuesday and Wednesday for another project. I think I am getting old or something, because apparently I am the person who catches things from flying on the airplane now. Like a feeble old woman. I used to love traveling for work… but now it is dumb….and lonely. Even this time I had someone to see and cute babies to snuggle for a few hours on Tuesday evening. That made this particular trip way better. But at the end of the day it is still less fun than it used to be. I still end up alone in my hotel room, sitting through all day meetings, and dealing with airports / rental cars / etc. I used to love it. But that was when I was childless. Now work travel is lame. Man I am like super Debbie Downer today! Reset and try again later.

Falling In Love

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I think one of the best parts about my job move has been that I am falling more and more in love with this city. Basically the previous 5 years have consisted of me traveling between small suburb and the southern business district. I was able to make the best of it. Riding the bus and train allowed me to spend time in the downtown core almost everyday, so I got to know those areas. And of course I would visit other areas here and there for various reasons, but I was really just more of an occasional tourist.

Now I am apart of it. I am walking around everyday and discovering new things. Small businesses, yummy local restaurants and amazing buildings – old and new. I also have started a new push in my running. So I spend a couple of days a week running to City Park and each time I take a little variation to my route. I am loving all the discoveries and I feel like I am fulfilled in ways I didn’t realize I was lacking…if that makes sense.

The past two weeks have been packed with preparing for – what I know I shouldn’t consider, but I do anyway – one of the biggest potential projects of my life. The interview was yesterday….I am trying to set myself up to soften the blow if we don’t get it – telling myself ‘it was just a honor to even get that far’….but we all know I am the queen of immodoration. I can’t sequester my own excitement and hopefulness for long. I want this project so bad I can feel it in my bones. I prepared more than I’ve ever prepared, researched…well not more than I have ever researched, because nothing can hold a candle to 2007-2008, but you get the idea. I want it….bad….but I am trying to tell myself that I don’t, just in case.

Life has been pretty good as of late. Toddlerville is a bit of a roller coaster but in general he’s a good little guy. So I can’t complain. Things are going well. Life rocks!