Last week, Dorien underwent a much needed procedure to put tubes in his ears and remove his adenoids. Apparently, so far, August and Dorien inherited my adenoids. Which does not appear to be a good thing.  It means they're too large, and they impair drainage from their ears which results in hearing issues. I had mine removed at Dorien's age, and August had his removed about the same age as well.  The result? Instant hearing improvement!

When they put the tubes in, they also suck out whatever fluid is backed up in the ear canal, and according to Dorien's ENT, there was a lot of nasty thick gunk.  Kyle and I knew there were definite hearing issues, but I'm sure it was a bit of a shock to Dorien once all that fluid was gone and the volume was cranked way up!

Even though we've been through this process 4 times now (once with Brooklyn, twice with August and now D), it never gets easier to see your baby struggling out of the anesthesia haze. They're so confused and groggy and miserable - just whimper crying until it finally wears off.  In Dorien's case, it took a good 24 hours for him to bounce back. He just wasn't himself the rest of the day. He woke up the morning after and said, "I'm all better now, Momma!" Praise God for that!  As much as he can drive me crazy, I don't know what I'd do without my special little man with all his enthusiasm and grins and hugs. I love him so much!

Brooklyn taught herself to braid recently, and now takes every opportunity to braid my hair. This works out particularly well when it's time for me to read aloud to the kids for school.  She stands behind the couch and just goes to town on my hair. This day, she braided all my hair up in about 7 different braids. I looked a little like Medusa. She was so thrilled with her work! 

I love having my hair played with and practically nodded off while trying to read to them.

I could get used to this hair salon business.

Selfie with lots of braids, the braid-er, and an admiring Wyeth!

Post-braids, my hair looked so cool - very wavy. 

On a different day, she tried a different braid approach. Loving the bright green hair-ties.

After a quick, post-gym dash into Kroger last night for some milk and veggies, this lovely sight greeted me in the parking lot! What you can't hear are the cheers and yells they gave me. What a happy crew!  So glad they're mine!

On May 17th, Brooklyn participated in a piano recital marking the end of their piano year and the end of her second year of piano lessons. She played Bach's Musette, a piece she learned earlier this year and played as part of a Music Federation. She earned a Superior rating with her piece at the Federation! I feel compelled to point out here that Brooklyn does amazing when it comes to playing in front of others. I used to get horribly nervous at the mere thought of a recital, and to this day, I do NOT play in front of others. I play the piano for my pleasure and that of my family, but still get really nervous about performing in front of anyone. I am so happy Brooklyn doesn't seem to feel that way. 

She memorizes pieces easily and, although she may have had a tiny fluttering of butterflies, she overcame it and played with amazing poise, skill and flair. I was so proud of her!

Brooklyn's friend, Lake, the daughter of one of my high school friends, also takes lessons and performed at the recital as well. This was her 3rd year of lessons. 

Brooklyn and her piano teacher, Mrs. Diane Cox.

It's such a neat thing for Brooklyn to take lessons from Mrs. Cox, because I took lessons from her when I was a little girl. I took lessons for about 7 years, I think. 

Mrs. Cox, surrounded by her pupils. Me, (Wyeth...future pupil?), Brooklyn and my sister Rachel. Mrs. Cox also taught my brother, Jeremiah and my brother, Chad. I love knowing my daughter is learning to love the piano, as I did. I still play the piano almost every day and cherish that ability. Thank you, Mrs. Cox!! (And Grandma Barbara and DD for supporting those lessons all these years!!) 

The Main Library downtown is one of the most beautiful places. The views from the children's floor are particularly lovely. On this visit, lovely may not be the best description of the exposed/decimated parking deck that has been unearthed, but it is at the very least, interesting!

I love the alleyways between buildings, the spiral staircase leading to the roof, the interesting facets of old buildings. We always walk through the alleyway to the library from Kyle's office.

You can see Kyle's office, and even his office window in this picture. The building with the green roof, the window to the left of the gray triangle. Dorien gazes out the huge picture window as a storm cloud slowly fills the sky.

This hidden reading alcove is where my children can often be found.

Alleyways, dumpsters, spiral staircases, shadows, storms.

Construction, construction everywhere.

In case you had any desire to walk or drive off the concrete pier, don't. There's danger ahead.

As the sky darkens, here's the view from the opposite side of the library. Equally lovely.

The grasses undulated like a meadow amidst the downtown buildings. 

My crew approaches, bearing loads of books and a few DVDs.

As we rounded the corner from the library entrance into "our alley," the bottom dropped out of the clouds. A deluge ensued. We were temporarily stranded on a loading bay. Thank goodness we had books to read! Kyle braved the water and ran to retrieve the car for us.

Safely dry. 

Happily occupied.

Our hero! And look at those calves! Yum!

Daddies are so good at rescuing us!

Last one safely loaded and locked into the seat. And this library day is concluded.

There are times when it seems like all we do is fend off viruses of one sort or another. Picked up at church. Or at least, that's my suspicion since they usually start on the following Monday. The above picture is from a week when we caught a stomach bug that worked its icky way through everyone but me and Kyle. The silver lining is that it created some "still" portrait opportunities of a normally very mobile Wyeth! 

FYI - soak up the countertop, sink and faucet, because the next pictures I'll show you of that same area will look COMPLETELY DIFFERENT! 

Such fun to travel around the house with a trashcan. 

Ultimately, this is what makes a sick baby the happiest. 

On another day, all was well, and I looked up from reading school books to the kids to witness my three boys playing together. A sweet sight.

Brooklyn and her best friend, Hollis. In character.

Brooklyn's expression cracks me up. 

Last week, I met my friend Emily (mother of Hollis) and her kids at the Arts Center for a ballet production of Hansel and Gretel. The kids picked out their clothes the night before. I thought August's method of laying out his clothes was particularly creative.  

Weston, August, Eli, Hollis, Brooklyn and Dorien. Homeschool buddies!

Weston and August are about 9 months apart in age. Hollis is a year older than Brooklyn, and Eli's about 9 months older than Dorien, I think. They can all play together for hours at a time!

Wyeth hangs out on the stairs with his cousin, Oliver, whom we babysat last weekend. They are 3 months apart. Oliver looks not unlike Bruce Banner, don't you think? He is precious, and Wyeth was thrilled to have someone his age to play with. Or just go up and down the stairs with!

More babysitting! This time, Story Mae hung out with us this past week on what ended up being one of the craziest days we've experienced in a very long time.

Between 9-2, we had 2 men here to install my marble, 3 men here to measure for cabinet doors and drawers, 1 plumber, 1 electrician and Terminix was supposed to come at the same time, but failed to show. It was utter madness. In some ways, though, it's better to knock it all out in one fell swoop and pick up the pieces later.

My brother Jeremiah returned from a 2 week visit to Turkey bearing a gift for me from our mutual friends, and his hosts in Turkey, Sevinc and Melih. This precious couple lived next door to Jeremiah for a year while they furthered their already substantial education here in the United States. Jeremiah became part of their family, and as the result of a chance comment by Sevinc (who mentioned she'd like to learn some American-style baking), she and Melih became good friends of ours. She and I spent a wonderful day doing my Christmas baking two years ago.

To speed this story up, Sevinc knows Kyle and I love coffee, and especially enjoyed the Turkish coffee she made for us. So much so that she honored me with all the ingredients necessary to create my very own authentic Turkish coffee experience!  

In the picture above, she sent us Turkish coffee grounds (ground much finer than most coffee here - very powdery), the copper Turkish coffee pot, water glass, coffee cup and little container for Turkish delights! 

The picture above is misleading in that I have an Italian moka on my stove which has absolutely nothing to do with the process of making Turkish coffee. Oops. I could utterly confuse you by going into the steps required to make Turkish coffee. It's a little complicated - very nuanced - and at present, I'm unable to relay it accurately because I'm still learning it. If you're curious, google "how to make Turkish coffee." You'll see what I mean. 

Here's my first attempt. I don't have near enough foaming action on the top, because I probably did about 10 things wrong. But I am learning, and will keep trying! I love my beautiful Turkish cups, and am so thankful to Sevinc for such a thoughtful gift. 

See me enjoy my Turkish coffee!!!!

My hilarious (and vigilant) daughter Brooklyn took it upon herself to leave the above message in the Loft of one of the DD&F buildings a few weeks ago. Every week, we clean one of the buildings - it's a really old building, an old house actually, and there are always bugs or things (we found a baby squirrel once...) that find their way in.  A few weeks ago, we picked up dinner downtown and brought it to the office to eat before we cleaned.

Brooklyn's cautionary tale pretty much describes the events that unfolded. It was gruesome. The only good thing about it was that Wyeth didn't have the roach in his mouth. I might have thrown up.  Oh, and the roach WAS deceased. That's the second piece of good news. 

Still...BEWARE!

For the past 10 years, we have driven a 2002 Audi A4 Quattro which we loved to pieces. We bought it in 2004 from a guy in New York City. It was Pre-Kids, so we flew to NYC with a one-way ticket and drove it back home. It was so much fun, and we got a great deal on the car. At the time, my parents thought we were nuts, especially for buying a foreign car. Much less, buying it sight unseen and flying halfway across the country to get it! They believed, I'm quite sure, that it would be a huge mistake and we'd probably regret it. Well, fortunately that wasn't the case.

We loved our Audi A4.  Aside from being expensive to fix, which in my general experience, applies to ALL cars, foreign or otherwise, she was a great car. Rode beautifully, looked beautiful...no complaints.  This past year, as she approached 98,000 miles, we thought we ought to begin looking for a newer car. And as many cars as are on the market, we couldn't find anything we liked better than an Audi.  So, the time came. We put our 2002 silver Audi A4 on Craigslist, found a buyer and sadly waved goodbye.  

Usually, there are spare cars to borrow around my parents' house, but this time, Rachel was back in  town and there were no spare cars. Kyle would just have to ride his bike to work until we found something else! We had no replacement in mind. But we have been praying for a long time for the car God would have us buy, just as we prayed for God to send us a buyer.  

I had been intermittently searching cars.com for Audis which met our parameters, but there really wasn't anything out there that fit the bill perfectly. We sold our car on a Wednesday, and I looked online on Friday. Turns out our local Audi dealer had one which seemed about perfect.

We test drove it on Saturday and went home to think about it.

Bought it on Monday.

It's a 2012 Audi A4 Quattro. We love the color - a midnight blue that changes color depending on the light. It has all leather interior in a greyish ("Cardamom") color, and all sorts of newer features our older Audi didn't have. She's gorgeous. 

Brooklyn insisted that she would hate any car other than our old Audi. In fact, in her words, the first car she'd buy would be a 2002 Audi A4 EXACTLY like our old one. This made me and Kyle laugh hysterically...although it's not a bad idea. They'll be dirt cheap by the time she can drive...

Meanwhile, Kyle and I are fighting to run little errands that give us an excuse to drive it. Well, he drives it to work and back, but I have to come up with reasons. Solo Kroger trips or something like that.  I'm getting used to having my phone sync up with the car and make calls for me...or pushing a button to start the car or having it automatically unlock when I approach it. So much fun! We're like little kids in a candy store, getting used to all the fun features that cars have now...good thing our kids are too young to be mortified by our behavior. Oh, and Brooklyn informed me the other day that it really isn't take her as long to get used to the new car as she'd expected. Well, that's something.

For the past 8 weeks, ever since the half marathon on March 1st, Kyle and I have been in training for our first sprint triathlon.  This has involved lifting weights 4 times a week, swimming at least twice a week, cycling several times a week, and running about 4 times a week, until my plantar fasciitis hit at the beginning of April.  Since then, I've run once or twice, but mostly taken off to give my foot a chance to heal. 

We really over-trained, given the distances involved in a sprint tri, but over-preparation is better than under-preparation, right?! The distances of a sprint tri, or at least most sprint tri's, is a 400m swim, 13 mile bike ride, 3.1 mile run (or a 5K).

The triathlon we entered was the "AIM High in Bryant Triathlon". AIM stands for All In Multisport, and it is a local triathlon club. This is widely known as being a great "first" triathlon. Largely because the swim portion takes place in a pool. Most triathlons are open water swims in lakes or oceans, and the open water part is often the scariest for newcomers.  It's also more challenging to practice open water swimming. And it helps if you have a wetsuit, which many first time triathletes don't. Given the expense of a wetsuit, you really want to be sure you're going to do enough tri's to justify the expense.

There were about a hundred entrants in this tri, but 87 finishers. 

The week leading up to this triathlon was one for the books. And not in a good way. A stomach bug wreaked havoc on my kids from Sunday through Thursday. First Wyeth, then Dorien, then Brooklyn and finally August. We're talking throwing up all over the place, low grade fevers and for Wyeth,  diarrhea. It meant lots of sleepless nights, lots of midnight baths to wash off puke, load after load of laundry washing sheets and towels and blankets, cleaning up puke in the car...it was not fun. Dorien was supposed to have tubes put in and his adenoids removed, but we had to reschedule. It was a mess. And rather than taking it easy, Kyle and I were, frankly, exhausted. Thankfully, everyone cleared up by Thursday evening and felt great, and neither Kyle nor I succumbed. You know it's a rough week when you view a triathlon as a relief!

The triathlon on Saturday was scheduled to begin at 7am.  Our friends, Emily and Brent, had graciously agreed to watch the kids while we competed. For my kids, it was the best news ever! Brooklyn got to hang out with her best friend, Hollis, and August and Dorien could play with Weston and Eli. Wyeth could generally cause mischief. We knew we had to get up at 5am in order to get everything ready, eat breakfast, drive to Bryant, drop the kids off, head to the site and get set up in the transition area.

To add to the occasion, the weather leading up to the race was STORMY! In fact, there was a 75-80% chance of severe thunderstorms at 7am Saturday morning.  Kyle and I prayed and prayed that God would intervene and change the weather, or at least give us a little window in which to race. We had been working so hard and looking so forward to this race. Friday night, storms moved through town, waking us frequently with lightning and crazy thunder.  I kept checking my weather app, and it still showed storms at race time. 

However, when my alarm went off at 5am, I was thrilled to check the app again and note that a window in the weather had miraculously appeared from 7am -9am. Storms were supposed to pick up later in the day, but we definitely had a break in the weather! We loaded up the car, nerves and all, and headed there! I was so nervous, I could barely eat a piece of toast and 2 little slices of cantaloupe. I would later regret that inadequate breakfast.

Fortunately, Kyle and I were stocked with goos and electrolytes for our water bottles.

When we arrived at the Bishop Park pool complex, the place was buzzing! There was music, lots of people doing warm-up laps or jogging, and lots of transition set up.  Kyle and I hadn't given ourselves a ton of time to overthink things that morning. Plus, we were super prepared. Our research had shown us what to pack in our transition bags, how to set everything up, what to do pre-race, etc. We were just trying to settle our nerves and get our heads ready.

We had already decided we would stick together this race. This first race was all about the experience of a triathlon, not pushing for our best time ever. It would be a baseline for us. 

The other cool thing about triathlons is that although you are technically racing, because of staggered start times, you essentially compete against yourself, to better your own times. You really have no way of knowing how anyone else is doing or will do on their race, regardless of whether they cross the finish line first or not. They might be a slow swimmer but killer on the bike. You just never know. It was also nice because I was given number 59 and Kyle was number 60. He'd be swimming right after me, which meant that he'd come out of the pool right after me, so we would be ready to start on the bike leg together, with no waiting around.

Here was the pool situation. 400yards. 8 lanes. You entered the water on the far left lane, on the blue and red pad where your timing chip was activated. You swam down the lane on the left, turned and came back down the left side of the same lane. That's 50 yards. You then turned and went under the rope, popping up in the adjacent lane and repeated that until you'd swum all 8 lanes. 

For Kyle and I, we had practiced "snake swimming" but never really swimming with other people in our lane. That was a little disconcerting. Even though you're supposed to stick to the left side of your lane, people tended to drift and you had to watch out for hands that might whop you in the head. It was also really difficult to make fast turns, like we'd been practicing. 

I was nervous about getting in the water and panicking. I love to swim. I have no fear of swimming, and I knew I could easily swim 400yards. It's just one thing to swim in practice and another in a race situation. Plus, you don't want to overdo it in the swim when you have to bike and run immediately after. In practice, we'd been swimming our 400's in about 7:30, or 1:40-1:45 100 yard splits. We figured it would be slower in the race, just given the lane changes and nerves, etc. 

Once I hit the water, I was fine. It was a relief to be in the water and moving.  I knew Kyle would be right behind me and that was reassuring. I just settled into a groove and tried to breathe steady. I checked my Garmin (this was my first chance to use my multisport function!!!) and my first 100 was 1:50, so I knew I was swimming slower than our practice times, which was ok. 

I made it through my 8 lanes uneventfully, coming out of the water in 8:24 (or 1:51 splits - so I was pretty dang consistent on my pacing, which was what I wanted to do). I hustled out into the transition area to slip on my bike shoes, don my helmet and sunglasses, grab my goos, unrack my bike and clop my way to the bike starting point. 

This is the transition area. Rows of bikes racked with everyone's individual stations set up. 

There were no assigned spots. You tried to pick a spot that would place you most conveniently to easy exit and so that you could easily spot your bike. Kyle and I squeezed in on an end.

Here's our set up. The red towel is mine and Kyle's blue backpack is to the left of me.  You hook your bike seat over the frame they have there. Some people had buckets to sit on and later haul their stuff out. Kyle and I didn't go that route.

A closer look at our transition set up. This is post-race, so it's not all laid out as it was in the beginning. My backpack (or transition bag) contained my race belt with my number attached, bike cleats, sunglasses, helmet, garmin watch, goos, tennis shoes, visor, body glide, extra water bottle, towel...the idea is that you run out from the swim area and your bike shoes are ready to go. Your helmet is upside down with your sunglasses inside. You stand on the towel to dry your feet some while you put sunglasses on first, followed by helmet. Quick squirt of water on your feet if you have grit to knock off. Otherwise, stick a goo in the back pocket, clip on your race belt, slip on your shoes, unrack your bike and run it to the bike starting point. 

You can't hop on your bike until you pass that starting point. And you want to move through T1 (transition from swim to bike) as fast as possible. More experienced triathletes have fancier tri-bike shoes which don't have as many velcro straps as mine do, and they do a flying mount. This involves keeping your shoes clipped into your bike and literally hopping on your bike barefoot immediately and slipping your feet in your shoes and strapping them on one at a time (usually one simple velcro strap), all while riding. This would be impossible with my current riding shoes.  

But it definitely shaves off time in transition. 

In our case, since it was raining, or had been while we were swimming, we had put trashbags over our set up to keep things dry. And I didn't put on socks or cycling gloves. 

We headed out on the bike leg. I let Kyle take the lead, because he's a more proficient cyclist than me. I knew he'd set a good pace for me. The other thing about triathlons is you can't draft. Which means you have to ride at least 3 bike lengths from any other riders. And if you pass another cyclist, you have 15 seconds in which to do so. 

My biggest fear about the cycling leg was a) getting a flat and b) riding on wet roads. Fortunately, I didn't get a flat and the wet roads weren't a problem. I was careful on the turns, and everything went well.  I was really jittery at the beginning of the bike leg. I could tell my blood sugar was too low. I managed to eat a goo and drink some of my Nuun water and that helped pretty quickly.  Then I settled in to enjoy the ride! Cycling is so much fun! Not painless by any means, but fast and beautiful. I like figuring out what gears to be in to maintain the right speed and cadence. Oh, and for grins, my Cateye bike computer which tells me my speed, decided to quit working. I had my Garmin which could tell me, but everytime I looked down, it was on a different screen, so I really had no idea how fast we were going. Turns out we averaged 18mph, which isn't terrible given the wet conditions.  

We managed to hang together on the bike, cruise into T2 (bike to run transition), re-rack our bikes, slip off our helmets, slip on our running shoes and visor/hats and hit the run.

The thing about the bike to run transition is that you initially experience something called bike legs. You feel like you're running on stumps. Your leg muscles have been working hard on one motion for the last 43 minutes and suddenly, you are asking them to run. They try, they really do, but it's just awkward. On top of which, for me, this was the first time I'd really run in 3.5 weeks. I had taken some Ibuprofen before hand to numb any pain my heel might give me. But I knew from experience that the first half mile was gonna hurt. And then it would ease off.  Sure enough, that was the case. The thing I was NOT expecting was that I could just not catch my breath. I was kind of wheezing. 

I felt really strange. My body is used to running, but either I had lost running cardiovascular strength while taking off the past several weeks, wasn't used to cycling so long and then running hard, or I am developing exercise-induced asthma. I have no idea.  I actually had to stop and walk a few times to catch my breath. I did NOT like that feeling. Poor Kyle, he could have left me, but he stuck with me.

The other crazy thing is that I felt like we were crawling, barely moving. And yet even with our brief walking periods, we maintained an avg pace of 8:38/mile.  Ideally, my 5k pace should be faster than that, but I also ideally would have been running more pre-race! 

We finished our bike leg in 43:27 and our run leg in 26:56.

And we crossed the finish line side by side!

We both loved the whole experience and definitely want to keep doing this. It was so much fun! 

We both loved meeting other athletes, both new at triathlons and experienced. We loved every element of it. Plus, the body marking is so cool! And you wear a timing chip on your ankle!

There was even a father/son team that competed - the boy was 10! I was so impressed.

You don't even KNOW how tough we are! (If I can get that wheeze under control....)

We finished in 1:22:14 (Kyle) and 1:22:35 (me - I waited for Kyle to enter T1 after his swim).

It felt pretty decent for our first ever triathlon! 

To put our times in perspective, the overall winner (a guy) finished in 1:01 and the top woman finished in 1:06.  So, there's room for improvement, which both Kyle and I feel confident we can make!  I ended up placing 1st in my age group (35-39) and 6th overall out of the other 27 women. I can live with that! It was a great experience, so much fun, and a great start to my Mother's Day weekend!