13.1

We did it!!! I have had a goal of running a half marathon for a while now, but, you know, life just gets in the way! You would think I would be prepared just from running around after the kiddos, but unfortunately it wasn't that easy. My brother, Kody, and I set a goal to do a 12 week training schedule that ultimately led up to the Rock n' Roll half marathon in Dallas this past weekend. I am so proud of us for actually finishing since neither one of us would consider ourselves runners. It was amazing how my body adapted to the long runs in such a short amount of time. I am definitely no Speedy Gonzales...my final chip time was 2:18:41. But my motto for the whole training program was "it doesn't matter how fast I go, just as long as I keep going!" I did just that, and I am so proud of my accomplishment. I have to say, that between hosting Aubrey's birthday party and running a half marathon, I pretty much felt like Supermom last weekend.
before the race:

and after:

BTW: Kody kicked my butt. He finished in 1 hour and 56 minutes!!

sweet, sweet seven.

gone fishin'

The girls went on a little fishing adventure with Pops this past Sunday. They kept saying they wanted to go, so when Sunday was a beautiful day, my dad jumped at the opportunity. Getting the boat in the water proved to be the most challenging part of the trip. From what I recall of the story (remember, my dad was all alone with a six year old and a four year old), it went something like this:
My dad tied a rope to the front of the boat and started backing it into the water. Then he put the truck in park and went to push the boat into the water while trying to hold onto the rope.
Rope was too short.
Got the boat back onto the trailer, found another rope to tie to the rope already tied to the boat.
Repeated steps one and two.
Success.
Tied the boat to the dock (with the girls on board) and went to park the truck in the lot up the road (girls still on the boat).
Returned to dock to see that the rope had come apart and the boat (with the girls on board) was floating away.
A nice bass fisherman, who had been watching the whole thing go down, volunteered (while trying to control his laughter, no doubt) to pull the girls back to the dock.
Success.
My dad hopped onto the boat.
He had to push away from the shore because the motors were stuck in the mud.
The adventure can begin...
but only if you have keys for the boat.
which happened to be at the lakehouse.
Luckily another bass fisherman was available to tow them back to the dock, and all three got out to go to the truck to drive up the block to the lakehouse where Pops got the keys and they were able to return to the boat and.....
finally....
start....
their.....
fishing trip!
A trip that turned out to be quite successful. Five fish were caught, three were keepers. All reeled in by the one and only, Aubrey.
They returned to the lakehouse and had a fish fry with the neighbors and the girls were passed out about two minutes into the drive home. They even went to school the next day smelling like a fish, but they didn't seem to mind too much. They had a great day with their Pops.....Although, Adelyn was a little disappointed that she didn't catch a turtle. Maybe next time.