Maite`'s Birthday Party

This weekend Michaella went to her little girlfriend's birthday party. She lives clear out in Wilder which is pretty close to the middle of no where... and it was beautiful. There was another slippy slide and the kids had a blast. I had already decided to do that for Michaella's birthday before the last 2 parties, so I'm glad she has had so much fun. Here are a few pictures.

Chop Chop

So after numerous threats to cut her hair if she continued to scream like a banshee when I combed her hair Michaella finally decided on her own that she wanted her hair cut short. The only obstacle was Daddy. I told her SHE was going to have to tell Daddy she wanted to cut her hair because there was no way he was going to let me make that decision.

Now usually Mike says something like"Michaella purple is pretty but I like red nail polish better" and from that point on she will only chose red nail polish because "that is what Daddy likes". So when it came to talking Mike into cutting her hair I figured this would be the same outcome... But no she held her ground. Even with Daddy telling her that he LOVED her hair long and it made her as beautiful as a princess, she would not falter. That girl had made up her mind. And this is how it turned out!

Fathers Day

For Fathers Day on Sunday we went and did the Mike thing...we went fishing. Mike even got Michaella her own fishing rod which she was totally stoked about. Too bad we didn't catch anything, the river was just a bit too high and too fast. Oh well it was an absolutely beautiful day and the weather was perfect and we all had a great time and a wonderful Father's Day for a wonderful Daddy.

Slip and Slide

Saturday Michaella had her year end party that her Dance teacher throws. Miss Amber really is an awesome teacher. The kids had a blast. It took Michaella about an hour and 3 dry runs to finally gather up the courage to go down the slip and slide but once she figured it out she was hooked!

You know you're getting old when

Now I always exercise and I ran all last summer but lately I've been doing the gym classes. And I've been feeling like a total stud going to the gym 4+ nights a week and for at least an hour a night. All this time away and Mike thinks I must have a boyfriend at the gym. So last night with it being a beautiful wonderful perfect 67 degrees I decided I was going to keep the workout close to home and go running outside.... It was a total bummer! About a mile into it I was in some serious pain. I really tried to work through it but I couldn't do it. Hello I'm 27 I'm in great shape, I shouldn't be limping down the street. But I had a good idea where the pain was coming from.

I have a really high arch and being the stingy frugal mom that I am when I bought my newest pair of shoes I thought I'd save a buck and not get new insoles. In fact I was just going to get that pair out of my even older pair and through those in. Bad idea. So last night right after my run I find myself at Joe's Sporting Goods buying myself a pair of Orthodic Arch Supports. Just the name screams geriatric!

What happened to those days when I didn't even know what a sore muscle felt like? And why didn't I take advantage of those days to be in the best shape possible? Why did I wait until my late 20s to realize that I was going to have to actually work to not be a fat lard? I'm constantly in pain. Exercising is like self mutilation and yet I'm totally addicted.

Ballerina

Tiny Dancer