We had an awesome barbeque for Father's Day. The kids made Disney cards for Tim, and Dustin yelled, "Surprise!" when he gave it to him. So cute. We also saw Transformers 2 as part of Father's Day and Tim got to the theatre an hour and a half early so we would have good seats. You don't mess around with Transformers.
Anyway, having lots of family around was fun, and as always, our gatherings revolved around eating out which was great, but here's the problem I have with that...
As many of you know, I am training for a marathon. And it's going really well so far. I've improved my mile time, I feel stronger, and I'm starting to see myself as a real runner (something I never thought would be possible!). In fact, I ran 10 miles in 91 minutes today. And with all this running, one would think that I would most definitly be losing weight. Well, one would be wrong! How is this possible, you might ask? Well, I'll tell you. Everytime a food opportunity is presented to me, a little devil on my shoulder pipes up and says, "Of course you can have german chocolate cake with ice cream, you're training for a marathon for crying out loud! Eat the cake! You'll run it off later!" My left brain can't seem to find any false logic to this statement and so....I give in! All the time! Like a billion times a day! I need help people! Or I am going to be rolling the 26.2 miles!
Sheesh! Everything else is going really well though. I am so ready for summer! The kids are great. Dustin is saying the funniest stuff right now. Audrey is starting to potty train, which is so hard for me! It feels like so much work. And I'm in battle with myself over whether or not she's ready. She willingly goes on the potty, when I put her on it, but she isn't at a point where she can tell me if she needs to go--alas the struggle. But look at how cute she is!