Archive for March, 2019

Airborne

March 31, 2019

Anyone else’s kids into the “How to Train Your Dragon” books and movies?? Well my 2 are. They’ve become obsessed with all things dragon and all things flying. These days theres a lot of jumping off the furniture. Jumping from bed to bed and jumping from dangerously constructed makeshift platforms. They’ve become a real liability and I’ve become an expert in distinguishing between an injury free landing thud! And a pain sustained landing thud! Just another skill I believe will really enhance my CV/resume. But this past weekend, along with their friend Bryson, Keane and Cullen got to fly. Like, for real fly.

Time to suit up.

Bryson getting suit secured.

3 little Buzz Lightyear lookalikes.

Safety is no accident. Helmets and goggles are a must.

Cullen is beaming in all the photos, he can’t wait to get flying.

Watching one of the other flyers.

A conversation between Bryson and Keane about how high they’ll go.

Impatiently waiting.

Here we go, Cullen is first to fly.

Airborne.

Next to fly, Keane.

Bryson.

Certificates of completion. Cullen would rather go get lunch then stand for 1 more photo.

Leveled

March 26, 2019

So last weekend I did a thing I’ve been doing for the past 3 years, and thats run a 10.2 mile trail run through the Tennessee River Gorge. And that right there is the reason its taken me a few days to talk about it on this here blog. Cos the River Gorge leveled me. I remember a time when running didn’t feel quite this hard. When I could go out and do a run today, tomorrow and the day after that and not feel I’d been hit by the proverbial bus. When I could come back from a run, cook dinner AND play with the kids. Now its either or, but preferably neither. Cos all I really want is to assume corpse pose on the couch and be left alone to wallow in my post run pain and reminisce on a time when this sh#it didn’t hurt so much. When a 10.2 mile Gorge run didn’t leave me feeling hungover AF, minus the party, all of the alcohol consumption and the massive thigh bruise after having fallen off yet another bar top, just kidding (sort of). Honestly, if this is what aging is all about, you can have it. I’m out! Peace!

Follow the red arrow to see me in possible pre-race prayer pose.

Also a red arrow to my running partner in crime, smiling Mike.

I tried to soften my misery face for the camera. “Less pain, more smile Shinks”.

Fake Snow

March 21, 2019

On the final weekend of Snow Mountain, before it closed til next Winter, we managed to squeeze in a much anticipated trip. The boys look forward to this each year. A trip to Stone Mountain Park to tube and play in the fake snow. We live in a place that doesn’t get much, if any snow in Winter. So we have to look for snow adventures of an artificial kind. And just for the record, I’d like to say that fake snow hurts. Its basically shaved ice and it gets pumped out every 5 mins or so. To get hit by it, is to feel like you’re getting peppered by tiny rocks or broken glass. It hurts. The key is to run for cover or turn your back to the pumps the second you see the first sign of the fake flakes. The pain of the snow is still not enough to stop us from enjoying a few hours of wintery fun. But the hope is next year we get to an actual snow mountain, with no fake snow but rather the real deal fluffy kind. That will give us an opportunity to try out lots more snow related activities, like maybe, snowboarding!

The smarter voice inside my head advised me to leave my profesh camera at home. Snow (even if it is fake, its still wet), tubing and expensive camera equipment, don’t really go well together. So used the trusty iPhone to do all the shooting on this adventure.

Keane & Cullen and their friend Ashton, dressed for Winter and ready to play.

Tubing time!

All the fun of the fake snow.

Doing our best to build an igloo and snowman.

Group tubing!!

Pot O’ Gold Diggers

March 18, 2019

Prior to kids my St. Patricks Day looked a lot different. More of a pub, adult beverage, music and craic kind of celebration. With kids, we hunt for chocolate leprechaun gold and build magic rainbows with fruit loops. Honestly, my pre-kid self wouldn’t even recognize me now if she met me. But this St. Patricks Day the craic was all about the kids and their friends, who showed up bright and early to figure out if and where the leprechaun’s had buried their stash of gold. As it turns out, those cheeky little leprechaun’s did bury gold, leaving a bunch of clues and a fool proof trail to its whereabouts. It was chaos, but these little Pot O’ Gold diggers had the best time chasing down the trail to chocolate glory.

First clue found. As the oldest of the group, Keane elected himself leader and reader of the clues.

Ashton’s leprechaun hat only impaired his vision slightly.

The reading of the clue.

Thinking caps on as everyone trys to make sense of the clue.

The trail has been spotted.

And we are off and running! Our leader Keane.

Followed by our friend Henry

Followed by Cullen.

Followed by Ashton.

Luke and Keane ploughing ahead.

Logan feels like he might be on the right track.

The flags mark the spot.

This year the leprechaun’s buried 2 pots of gold.

Let the digging begin!

Brothers Luke and Logan team up to try and find the 2nd buried pot.

Working in shifts so they don’t get tired.

One of the Dad’s stepped in to get through a rough spot.

And one of the pots has been found.

Wahoo!

Gold!

Logan is so proud to show his momma what he found.

Team 1 have also found their pot.

Now its a free for all. Everyone trying to grab their share of the gold.

Yeah we’re pretty proud of our chocolate riches.

Comparing quantities.

Group shot! And the impossible task of getting everyone to look at the camera.

Mad rush to get back to the house and eat some leprechaun chocolate.

The dads are on post hunt clean up.

Back at the house and we’re getting creative with some fruit loop magic rainbows.

Break To Participate

March 12, 2019

Role switch the past few days. The Husband played Mammy to the kids, while I was out bringing home the bacon. So just getting around to posting the last of the pics from our little Jamaican adventure. And I just realized that I actually have not had my camera in my hand for the past 2 weeks. This for me, is unheard of. My camera is typically a 3rd appendage, capturing the various things the boys get up to from one week to the next. But sometimes you just need a break from capturing moments, so you can actively participate in the moments. All about the balance. Balance, overrated, unobtainable yet the very thing all us mothers go nuts trying to achieve.

Last morning on the island and time for a round of golf.

A very unique putting technique by Cullen.

Last beach day.

Keane trying to feed the fish, but these bad ass seagulls showed up.