Brain Matter Leaking. Beware.

I had a post thought out in my brain yesterday. I had it put together, title and all. Except, it was all in my brain.

Except, I don't remember what it was. My brain matter is leaking out of my ears.

Last night Kenny woke up at about 12 am, screaming. Apparently there was a "snake" in his bed.

We patted his back, sung him his lullaby then left, thinking we were in the clear.

Nope.

15 minutes later, he's up and screaming again.

We gave him a flashlight.

No dice.

I rocked in the rocking chair with him for an hour 'til he conked back out. Laid him down.

No bueno.

Took him out of his crib (yes, he's still in the crib. Judge. I don't care. He's going to stay there until he's doing trigonometry if I have anything to say about it.) and made a bed for him on the floor of his room.

Nope.

Nothing was calming this child down. Now, at this point it's about 4am. So, we let him cry for a bit. Because I didn't know what else to do.

Blissfully, he calmed down at about 4:30. And by "blissfully" I mean he screamed until his body gave way to unconsciousness.

Then Mark's alarm clock went off at 5am.

I am SO tired. This has caused brain matter to begin leaking from my ears. So if you see me walking around with Q-tips in my ears, know that I've gone critically low.

Once I've restored my brain matter to normal operating levels, I'll post the post I had in my head. That I don't remember. Because my brain is leaking.

Until then enjoy these:

Stories to come when I can remember them.

I do remember that my life was in danger here...
Even after last night, I look at this and totally think it's worth it.

BnW's. Only Not.

We didn't have anything scheduled for the day. At. All.

I'm pretty sure I heard angels sing when my alarm didn't go off this morning.

Eventually we showered. And got dressed. In semi-coordinated attire. Then, I attacked them with the camera.

These are the result:

I'm sorry that your head is cut off in this one Braxton. I promise it doesn't mean we love you less. You are just, amazingly, getting tall. Too tall to stand while we sit in a picture, apparently.
This is not what I was going for. (Mark liked it, and made me post it for his troubles.) I think I may have figured out how to get what I want. But, it's going to take some convincing of the hubband to go for it again.

As for the picture below: (Stupid blogger won't let me type below it. SO time for a wordpress site.)

I heart this picture. I took it by accident. Kismet.

A "Wear Your Pants Backwards" Kind of Family.

Mark and I are pretty easy going parents.

Obviously, there are areas where we aren't. Some pretty steadfast rules in my house are; Mind your manners, don't play with excrement, and buckle your seatbelt.

We don't over-regulate hair, or clothing choices.

That is why the B-rox's pants are on backwards. When I pointed this out to him, he told me "I like it that way".

Alrighty then. Picture time.

He did, eventually, realize the error of his ways. When he nearly didn't make it to the potty in time.

Which would have been funny.

I do not believe I am a horrible mother for thinking that. Some lessons you just can't be told, after all.

This morning definitely confirmed we are a "wear your pants backwards" kind of family.

I like it.

Very amusing.

This weekend I was gone. It was Mark and the two boys - all by themselves. Upon being reunited with my children, I asked them if they did anything fun while I was gone.

Their answer:

"We came and got Mommy."

Awesome.

Braxton has an imaginary friend now.

His name is Jordan.

He lives in "Other Virginia".

He doesn't like the mean ants.

He seems to be somewhat of a trouble maker. Last night he told the B-rox that he doesn't have to eat his kale or spaghetti. I begged to effin' differ.

Jordan is five, so he stays at school all day. Which, to Braxton, is the epitome of cool. (Jordan does not actually exist. I checked.)

This is going to be interesting.

Simon Pegg? Nah, He's Cuter.

Fair warning: This post is long. Just like the race was. At least you're sitting in your chair.
(Ok, technically, I am too now...) That's ME! 8,000 People in the Half, 4,000 people in the full and 24,000 in the 8k. Hot damn that's a lot of people.

Posing in front of the line of 42 elite seats. (There were four other lines at the start and finish and all along the race) Wisely, we visted these pre-race. Well, I actually visited several times. Nervous bladder? Nope, they were warm and not at all windy. They were a refuge. Not sure when I'll ever say that again... Or when I'll ever be jealous of people wearing trash bags. But that morning, I was.

We are Spartan! Or Stupid. But muscle pics at the starting line are a must.

About ten minutes pre-race I stopped and asked myself "What in the hell was I thinking?".

Then we were off.

While we were gone, our PAO Andy Mew, took some awesome pics of the sunrise. And ate Latkes.

We ate Gu. Pretty sure he had the better end of the deal there.

Don't you wish you could be there right then?

2.5 hours later...

Mr. Wookie crossed the finish line. 2:15

Then I crossed the finish line. 2:28. It was about this point when I realized I wasn't quite tired enough, and could have run it again. "Damn. This means I have to run a full." So, I'm adding a full, and another half to my schedule for the year. For the next half I'm going to shave my time down and try to get 2hrs flat. I think it's doable. I ran pretty conservatively and think if I put a little more into it I can get there. Or I'm dreaming. Either way, September 5, 2010; we'll know.

Then Mrs. Wookie Crossed the finish line. 2:33.

Yeah, We're badass.

Squatting. Because it felt good.

Beer. Because it felt better than squatting. And was free. Oh, and don't worry - you're not seeing things. Mr. and Mrs. Wookie aren't giants, I'm just standing in a hole. (ok, not really. I'm fantastically short)

Ahhh. "Rehydration".

We plopped ourselves down in the sand and didn't move for a few hours. Sitting on the beach, after finishing the race, and soaking up the sun had to be one of the best moments ever. I'm not sure I'll ever forget it.

Thanks Bob and Big One for joining this insane adventure. Thanks Mew for being sherpa, support and PAO. You were invaluble.

Survival of the fittest.

Just a quick pop in to notify you that I survived.

It was amazing. Stories, and pictures as soon as I return to the District. For now, I'm off.

It's here...!

It's race weekend. I'm stoked.

Bestest apparently intends to take her camera. Video, and pictures to come.

Wish me luck.