No single person would ever understand how hard it actually is...

So I finally decided it was time for a new picture of my two babes. I looked over at my side bar and said self take another picture with both of your dang kids in it already the baby is already 16 months old. After much procrastination I grabbed Bob one fall morning and starting shooting.

What I hadn't realized was in that beautiful sweet picture of my two children on the side bar is that one of my children couldn't even move her head and thus the challege of getting a picture was, well, not really all that challenging.

1 Cranky Toddler who likes things her way + 1 boy Freaked out by his sister = An Awkward Picture Experience (to say the very least)

One that I wanted to give up on long before I did - and, yet, I still have nothing worth sharing. But, not sharing? What fun would that be?

This? This is what happens when mom stands too close and RUINS the only chance at a nice picture.


The Toddler starts putting up a fight, young boy still smiles.

Someone! Anyone! Help! ME!


No! Really! STOP taking my picture!

Please make it stop!

That's it! I've had it!
Hopefully Christmas pictures prove slightly easier.

We do it because it's good for us

Last weekend was full of holiday parties, birthday parties and running - crazy running in the city whilst snowing in a sea of over 11,000 people. Never again people - never again. Until next year because all proceeds went to the Arthritis foundation and if you didn't know my mother suffered from Rheumatoid Arthritis (or RA as it is now referred) for as long as I can remember.

Anyway, the whole family was excited for this run because it offered a 1K kids run (that is .6 miles for those of you needing to convert to mileage). Saturday just happened to be one of the worst nights I have ever experienced in my whole 3 years as a parent. Sure the sleepless nights with a newborn were painful but our babies would wake, eat, change and go back to sleep - mind you that happened every 2-3 hours but still there was some sleeping occurring. Saturday night, Kyan decided he didn't need sleep and he would just be awake. This would have been okay if had stayed in his bed but he came into our bed at midnight - tossed and turned until I had Bob put him back to his bed at 2:30am. For the next hour and half he kept coming into our bed quickly being escorted back to his bed - finally falling asleep around 4 am.

Now that kind of night may not sound awful but when 6am rolls around and you have get up and run - it makes for a rough race. Funny thing is Kyan sprang to his feet the moment I got him up - I believe he couldn't sleep because of the anticipation - you know like the night before school starts and you can't sleep no matter how many times you count backwards from 100.

Did I mention it snowed during the race?

Did I mention that my son loves to run in shorts?

Did I mention he would not leave the house in anything but shorts?

Thank gawd for long johns!

Have I mentioned how serious my son is about racing?

Wait, maybe he isn't serious about racing rather he may in fact just be freezing half to death.
No, he had a blast, ran the entire way and celebrated with a sucker and a carousel ride during my race. Look closely at the picture - he is wearing ski socks up to his knees! With an outfit that ugly he had to be fast!