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<p>...and our Twin Tales!!</p>Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.comBlogger214125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861679186689783462.post-10507982480936382922010-12-06T08:20:00.006-05:002010-12-06T09:21:46.977-05:00It's been a while...and good bye, for now.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQgqEjYMs0Kjzaqt3B6XQV3DDIt4Wf_URiB3JWqZ73b04KQ76g68881c-8UVnx162yVrnXYCaASAt2zq4thx2MGsexogfqEjcJ3Acd5LzGMfbYDPpZsE8r9xfc8RwRsFUXCtr6sw6ga0/s1600/IMG_0095.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrPxEOrP-qaUBmHPweofuMSe8bkdDdXcAtDy9uqARsMiv8qmkUqgu-V5crEbf3V6-zf1JnnU7fMaYbx0dt2ULUakGChEHqys1Y3JDqHNcWJHgZ2XuHYxVIJ95qFFE-3WskZC9iQmec5m8/s1600/DSC04688.jpg"></a>Hi!...Anyone out there? {echo}<div><br /></div><div>It's safe to say life has been busy. VERY busy!!.</div><div><br /></div><div>The boys are now running all over the place....I'm loving this stage, they're little people with big personalities already. Can I love them more each day? Yup, it's possible!.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday was my big race I had been training off and on for. Let me tell you, training for a half marathon with two little ones is not easy!. Just when you start getting into a routine something happens (like a MOLAR!) and you're out of your routine and completely sleep deprived. And we all know how hard it is to get BACK into a routine...</div><div><br /></div><div>I didn't train as much or as diligently as I wanted to...but I surprised myself BIG time during my race yesterday. I honestly had no plans on running it so fast....but I went with the flow, didn't pay attention to my pace and just let my mind take over.</div><div><br /></div><div>I completed the 13.1 (13.2 really, but I digress) in 2:02:24!!!!. That's a pace of 9'20''...which if I say so myself, it's freaking awesome!</div><div><br /></div><div>For the running junkies, here are the splits:</div><div><br /></div><div>9:04, 9:03, 9:11, 9:11, 9:18, 9:21, 9:29, 9:36, 9:33, 9:17, 9:12, 9:14, 8:53</div><div><br /></div><div>I hit a "wall" at around mile 8 and thought "what was I thinking going so fast!!!?"...but then thought "well, now I have to keep at it and finish strong". And so I did. </div><div><br /></div><div>I like to think I was inspired by my sister (a recent marathoner) and my dad (who ran many marathons and triathlons!) and was powered by the thought of maybe seeing my three favorite men at the finish line (wasn't sure if they would make it on time!)...add that inspiration and that power with a couple of energy gels and I just kept going.</div><div><br /></div><div>So there. I did it!. Hopefully one day join my dad and my sister and become a marathoner too.</div><div><br /></div><div>If you would have told me a little over two of years ago that I was going to be a runner, I would have laughed. I was never the big "athlete" growing up...I always thought I was pretty slow...and I just didn't think I had it in me. But I do...and I'm a runner.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's been quite the journey and really the reason why I started blogging. I needed a way to let out all my excitement about running (without driving my close family and friends nuts).</div><div><br /></div><div>Then I got pregnant and was all about my pregnancy ... wanted a way to share that special moment.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then the boys were here and I wanetd to document all the love and craziness that comes with having twin boys.</div><div><br /></div><div>And now..well, now they are MOVING. RUNNING. And the faster the move, the less time I have to sit and do anything. I don't have time to continue blogging....because I simply don't want to miss a moment right now ~ and it's going by too fast. I have a feeling that it's only going to seem like it's going faster!.</div><div><br /></div><div>I do love to read everyone's blogs that I've "met" in the last couple of years...and maybe one day I'll return with all of my amazingly funny stories (ha!).</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you guys for letting me share a little bit of me with you these last two years.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you to my dad, sisters, Isa, mom and friends that ALWAYS kept up with me here and left me the best comments.</div><div><br /></div><div>So this is good bye. For now.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>****</div><div><br /></div><div>(but you didn't think I would leave without first leaving you with a few pictures did you?)</div><div><br /></div><div>First, here are a few pictures of my two favorite boys:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrPxEOrP-qaUBmHPweofuMSe8bkdDdXcAtDy9uqARsMiv8qmkUqgu-V5crEbf3V6-zf1JnnU7fMaYbx0dt2ULUakGChEHqys1Y3JDqHNcWJHgZ2XuHYxVIJ95qFFE-3WskZC9iQmec5m8/s1600/DSC04688.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrPxEOrP-qaUBmHPweofuMSe8bkdDdXcAtDy9uqARsMiv8qmkUqgu-V5crEbf3V6-zf1JnnU7fMaYbx0dt2ULUakGChEHqys1Y3JDqHNcWJHgZ2XuHYxVIJ95qFFE-3WskZC9iQmec5m8/s320/DSC04688.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547563836184426258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjnTPwICAdWU8QWel5tEwk_pqvyrcbOxU6vW2QXlcUom3_U7YtrV08iL4SZ7i3lODMe4tSAuOMHLdSmbSNONHXcUOBmkhQPCYJL7haorYAljIYebcqVnJQKH-wtfAx3k0G2jfkhaGE1xg/s1600/DSC04726.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjnTPwICAdWU8QWel5tEwk_pqvyrcbOxU6vW2QXlcUom3_U7YtrV08iL4SZ7i3lODMe4tSAuOMHLdSmbSNONHXcUOBmkhQPCYJL7haorYAljIYebcqVnJQKH-wtfAx3k0G2jfkhaGE1xg/s320/DSC04726.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547563829275470594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXML2f6J56iCyNFJUjLCsb0UdpROqvwFrHLGQ33pEBgdlBWF3o9dnq_3F6Iw4Px3IM5Ac_F5TnKxmUzvF-ZIaf9wAXgUjNTPo9bmPB06VIRIXa0Gyz6rHC1HYL2o2iGRhrjgMHzZIzMjw/s1600/DSC04722.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXML2f6J56iCyNFJUjLCsb0UdpROqvwFrHLGQ33pEBgdlBWF3o9dnq_3F6Iw4Px3IM5Ac_F5TnKxmUzvF-ZIaf9wAXgUjNTPo9bmPB06VIRIXa0Gyz6rHC1HYL2o2iGRhrjgMHzZIzMjw/s320/DSC04722.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547563825563881042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a>And here are some pictures from yesterday!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5OgjgH-LopB6qIn0Jpj3yXVGn40ZrG-IprcGFJsSWxVINXKEv2FyXFjcRzIkeridqfmRsFne0S337vS4KNRhxD09H-6tQS6cPuEv9fU1A9I8HOE4ZrH9wFjArrHvn8haGD6TcPOP0uVE/s1600/IMG_0233.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5OgjgH-LopB6qIn0Jpj3yXVGn40ZrG-IprcGFJsSWxVINXKEv2FyXFjcRzIkeridqfmRsFne0S337vS4KNRhxD09H-6tQS6cPuEv9fU1A9I8HOE4ZrH9wFjArrHvn8haGD6TcPOP0uVE/s320/IMG_0233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547563273696754946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioFRYFfaxwe-uQ_eNbQD95Cy_lEIvpgH7YBeDQhAf9AvGLh88WwOFlAEkYivfGDIOspD3Ca8GcN6SOiHQtkXXJtLh8dIBp1vyOtt7Ii4y0aFtgEKYcOEUMe8LXY03VQnsXP2j7dPKkGfY/s1600/IMG_0231.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioFRYFfaxwe-uQ_eNbQD95Cy_lEIvpgH7YBeDQhAf9AvGLh88WwOFlAEkYivfGDIOspD3Ca8GcN6SOiHQtkXXJtLh8dIBp1vyOtt7Ii4y0aFtgEKYcOEUMe8LXY03VQnsXP2j7dPKkGfY/s320/IMG_0231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547563264975737890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLiWo3Jk_s4sR4oJ-2-V9OraazgGSXJeAjcfHEQ_ERSizOjrhlSZJqsrxdQ1oqc1q8hxoT6VYrQaNpnyinnahbrfFqIQ5gm1jkJquWn0JO8XVvlaAHPRGs95lgo2Tnk2hS_GskbqIk_l4/s1600/IMG_0229.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLiWo3Jk_s4sR4oJ-2-V9OraazgGSXJeAjcfHEQ_ERSizOjrhlSZJqsrxdQ1oqc1q8hxoT6VYrQaNpnyinnahbrfFqIQ5gm1jkJquWn0JO8XVvlaAHPRGs95lgo2Tnk2hS_GskbqIk_l4/s320/IMG_0229.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547563259945829234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Self picture of me with the best reasons to not have time to do anything :)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQgqEjYMs0Kjzaqt3B6XQV3DDIt4Wf_URiB3JWqZ73b04KQ76g68881c-8UVnx162yVrnXYCaASAt2zq4thx2MGsexogfqEjcJ3Acd5LzGMfbYDPpZsE8r9xfc8RwRsFUXCtr6sw6ga0/s320/IMG_0095.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547564470306028338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">Adios amigos :)</span></div>Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861679186689783462.post-3792082432591278052010-10-11T10:24:00.003-04:002010-10-11T10:27:59.076-04:00They are ONE!!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMub4w0ka55oi0ekAzmWpgOsMtktgh2Hg-50R44Lp_uLT6B5OW69hxIucecjpKNflx6klRdXNXgvO8-MvbI3j6TCoMj6h51b3AvM1_73Bc7pMIWgUdwN6xSyVuDVrj4w0VpkQocs9-w-0/s1600/DSC00782.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMub4w0ka55oi0ekAzmWpgOsMtktgh2Hg-50R44Lp_uLT6B5OW69hxIucecjpKNflx6klRdXNXgvO8-MvbI3j6TCoMj6h51b3AvM1_73Bc7pMIWgUdwN6xSyVuDVrj4w0VpkQocs9-w-0/s320/DSC00782.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526795052341781394" /></a><br />Happy Birthday Alex!!!!!!!<div><br /></div><div>Happy Birthday Lucas!!!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>I can't believe it. They are one year old.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't have time to post now since they are about to wake up from their nap!!...</div><div><br /></div><div>Here is our first family picture :)</div><div><br /></div><div>We love you guys!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861679186689783462.post-64225183547695677122010-09-29T13:15:00.004-04:002010-09-29T13:30:07.631-04:00Couldn't have done it without...{4}<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgko0v2B0fU4cnGcs1c5pyfpadbyFGAKRCtr1S1-cyemISjsvlae30xnOIMapmvpWbPN1eVc1FcfBsQVfcs_GDCLq-tXOyL-s03TNN9vS9mWqKWpXaW37HXSt4UhUItFmKV2eVl0x_sw-M/s1600/DSCN5132.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgko0v2B0fU4cnGcs1c5pyfpadbyFGAKRCtr1S1-cyemISjsvlae30xnOIMapmvpWbPN1eVc1FcfBsQVfcs_GDCLq-tXOyL-s03TNN9vS9mWqKWpXaW37HXSt4UhUItFmKV2eVl0x_sw-M/s320/DSCN5132.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522388844864663474" /></a><br />My dad and my stepmom.<div><br /></div><div>So as I told you, my <a href="http://canterburytalesblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/couldnt-have-done-it-without3.html">mom</a> was here with us that first crazy month. After she left, we got a new wave of rested grandparents to the rescue!.</div><div><br /></div><div>This was a great month. We started falling into a more predictable routine and I started feeling slightly better about doing things on my own.</div><div><br /></div><div>My dad & Isa would get here at 6am and take over the morning shift....I would then catch up on my ZZZssss. I learned how to do the nighttime feedings by myself, but it was always nice t know that come 6am I was off duty and could rest up!. I can't even tell you how precious that extra time was!.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now a little more about why they are so great....and why I couldn't have done it without them!</div><div><br /></div><div>My dad brings me sense of "peace". He is loving, caring, calm and so intelligent. He knew exactly what to tell me when I appeared a little "frazzled". He would play classical music for the boys everyday...and knew how to get them to nap better than I could sometimes!. He helped me start coming out of the daze and start becoming (slowly) part of society again...you know, doing simple things like getting out of my PJs and remembering to brush my teeth :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Isa always brings a sense of "positive attitude"....and this time was no different!. She would get here with a huge smile on her face and leave with that same smile (plus a few spit ups in her shirt). She's very analytical, which I think is part of the reason why we get along so great. She really helped me to start thinking about a routine and how to go about it without driving myself nuts!. The routine we started at month 2, stuck until the boys were 6 months!...this was so necessary!.</div><div><br /></div><div>My dad and Isa are a great example of friendship and love. I am so grateful they were here with us that 2nd month and couldn't definitely not have done it without them!!!!!!.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gracias!!!! Los adoro!!!!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5rNFQZZJiBpN2TTAWpwlfGsydR1vmkhq6fjjUPJ47mlCxbE4y_S-OEH_KWpMDOt8HBA8wfLlKRBSx48DcmiJuJE4dLqM68yWu3KqlnF0Lj9P0E_NnItEHBGYlmU05bnq6sUtgpCXT5uY/s1600/DSC01544.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5rNFQZZJiBpN2TTAWpwlfGsydR1vmkhq6fjjUPJ47mlCxbE4y_S-OEH_KWpMDOt8HBA8wfLlKRBSx48DcmiJuJE4dLqM68yWu3KqlnF0Lj9P0E_NnItEHBGYlmU05bnq6sUtgpCXT5uY/s320/DSC01544.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522388835567667122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8xX2o4Edw7ev9JfWmI9uXnAyMdm1i27HnufCE-tbIgv69nW3PC87_uFDZZk_-atqqoyVlyXTwguNOkxr1JHV8rQwFLK26y13VW3REJccuCE3FivGFNWEDhsyPD8j5xN2sGrQq6JszPQs/s1600/DSC01445.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8xX2o4Edw7ev9JfWmI9uXnAyMdm1i27HnufCE-tbIgv69nW3PC87_uFDZZk_-atqqoyVlyXTwguNOkxr1JHV8rQwFLK26y13VW3REJccuCE3FivGFNWEDhsyPD8j5xN2sGrQq6JszPQs/s320/DSC01445.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522388830705614322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div>Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861679186689783462.post-42015851652226454662010-09-23T12:00:00.003-04:002010-09-23T12:49:26.388-04:00Couldn't have done it without...{3}<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>My mom.<div><br /></div><div>Where do I start?....</div><div><br /></div><div>I can't even start with the pregnancy, I have to start way before!. I couldn't be the mom that I am today if it wasn't for my mom. For the example she has given us...of strength, love, courage, compassion and friendship. All while never forget to laugh. My mom loves to laugh...even during some tough times...I always remember her pulling pranks, telling jokes and laughing. </div><div><br /></div><div>When she surprised me by coming to my baby shower, it was honestly one of the happiest moments in my life!.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK5b9KTJLF-dqYIaabt0aMrwowpkdRDY2Fwzai7pfA88dg1K3CAwqOsRq5lQBGmty98kouusO9wUIlW0Ue77c5aAhJbBWYHeYPaRg4x7Fy7U_HiJU5HU2u85m-mRt6DN_u5C7jQEFuERI/s320/baby_shower_0052.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520141172126685282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Then, she put her life on hold and came to stay with us for the whole first month. If you're a mom, you know that first month is a "weird" one (great, but weird!)...you're emotional, tired, excited, happy, sad...etc...all at the same time. She was there through all of it...and while we did disagree on a few things, I have no idea how I would have made it through that first month without her!. The husband had to get back to work after the first week, so my mom was the one doing all night time (and day time!) feedings with me. That first month is a blur, but I know it wouldn't have been as special if she wasn't here.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Who else would still laugh (and by laugh I mean cry from laughing!) after a night of feeding babies every 2 hours (that's right, every TWO hours!). This was the sight of the nursery each morning:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFkRIE1B_30UjKVnJz_nFR4rRzQaBHvL9o7HYGsv2EFEXyyMl7jsL6DYPW5UkWmD0o221rpGmEHPoKqSWnaXr8Rht-2_Po0DNbQFMeMj8KZLgIlI3MlYNJJqWMhhtjCz1kaPwZQ6rOfbg/s1600/DSC01042.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFkRIE1B_30UjKVnJz_nFR4rRzQaBHvL9o7HYGsv2EFEXyyMl7jsL6DYPW5UkWmD0o221rpGmEHPoKqSWnaXr8Rht-2_Po0DNbQFMeMj8KZLgIlI3MlYNJJqWMhhtjCz1kaPwZQ6rOfbg/s320/DSC01042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520141182157806418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Mom, thank you so much for everything you did.....for being there for us and for never letting me forget to enjoy each and every single moment. Te <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">adoro</span> mama!!!!!!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-pvER2wQLKNVHPvcP-TBSW18RyoaiGHZ5zUD0vkW8jnrDhsXwuuJXfFLGJ9fRqNcAesvwNHXLxOWv9ZEAG0tBjlrKoL1-JSlMK5qAs2Xmdh6Xutnyevd7lsll3jtUrVj2kEarm4DalnU/s1600/DSC01136.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-pvER2wQLKNVHPvcP-TBSW18RyoaiGHZ5zUD0vkW8jnrDhsXwuuJXfFLGJ9fRqNcAesvwNHXLxOWv9ZEAG0tBjlrKoL1-JSlMK5qAs2Xmdh6Xutnyevd7lsll3jtUrVj2kEarm4DalnU/s320/DSC01136.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520141187869775266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFkRIE1B_30UjKVnJz_nFR4rRzQaBHvL9o7HYGsv2EFEXyyMl7jsL6DYPW5UkWmD0o221rpGmEHPoKqSWnaXr8Rht-2_Po0DNbQFMeMj8KZLgIlI3MlYNJJqWMhhtjCz1kaPwZQ6rOfbg/s1600/DSC01042.jpg"></a></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ps</span>: I'm probably going to have to translate this for her ;)</div><div><br /></div>Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861679186689783462.post-34579804953745323342010-09-21T14:01:00.003-04:002010-09-21T14:05:19.089-04:00Couldn't have doen it without....{2}<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLoL8i2i-9jzoIPD-iokaviCjaCc2wdwHrDhgLBQf3ibQOxLsraOeT-d5vO3SzoVLIMIfgXeQOYnsVc95Vul_hGHysc0IgHuHUWLP-m4eYx-LQaSyXmMQ1Hyzj5fO-4gzrmRAj1Ra5FjE/s1600/10-0446-01-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLoL8i2i-9jzoIPD-iokaviCjaCc2wdwHrDhgLBQf3ibQOxLsraOeT-d5vO3SzoVLIMIfgXeQOYnsVc95Vul_hGHysc0IgHuHUWLP-m4eYx-LQaSyXmMQ1Hyzj5fO-4gzrmRAj1Ra5FjE/s320/10-0446-01-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519429392534347106" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Like I said, no particular order of importance for my countdown to the big {ONE} list.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:12px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But I couldn't have done it without...the Snoggle!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Leachco-Snoogle-Total-Body-Pillow/dp/B0000635WI"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">snoggle</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> AND a guest room. I already told you how awesome </span><a href="http://canterburytalesblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-couldnt-have-done-it-without.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the husband</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> was...well, sleeping with him in those last few weeks was not awesome for </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">anyone</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I temporarily moved to the guest room...a happy place were I could be surrounded by pillows and a place were I didn't have to try to be quiet as I struggled and eventually managed to get myself out of bed to make it to the bathroom every hour or so....and then came back with my giant like steps and carefully tried to position my big body into a comfortable position (which would be "comfortable" for only the next 15 minutes).</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Snoggle, thank you.</span></div></span></div>Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861679186689783462.post-20295029102902491142010-09-20T13:37:00.000-04:002010-09-20T14:17:08.655-04:00I couldn't have done it without...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibBwyoBesHvhALvE94Fy-jO4BwJZCOFJr-hnElhpi5QHaUmYzUcy6xwjbcM0wvTakw4dul2UxHa5vfhckdR_SQW3hzwVrtP3Kwcxe9VdkPKZ3j7WOsvO-iGai2-PGZfxcxLrzVd_yEvqQ/s1600/DSC00774.jpg"></a><div>I am in SHOCK. In three weeks the boys will be ONE. Did you read that? O-N-E!!!!! </div><div><br /></div><div>Do I cry? Do I laugh? Do I do a happy dance? Do I open a good bottle of wine from our wine country stash? Do I try to put them in a swaddle blanket and pretend they are little again?</div><div><br /></div><div>Probably all of the above, with a few random things in between...but for now I'm going to be posting a series of posts on "I couldn't have done it without". In no particular order of importance because seriously these are the things I could just not have done it without.</div><div><br /></div><div>Let's start with the obvious one, shall we?</div><div><br /></div><div><b>"THE HUSBAND"</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>And when I say "The Husband", I mean it...that's actually what I call him, "husband". I know "sweetie or honey" are probably more common, but he's my husband and thus that's what I call him!. I think i was so excited when we got married to say "my husband"...that it just stuck, so now I just call him that on a daily basis.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span>, back to my point.</div><div><br /></div><div>Seriously couldn't have done it without the husband!. First there is the obvious reason. Yep, really couldn't have fertilized an egg (that would eventually split!) all by myself. So kudos to those little swimmers, or rather that strong swimmer that came by and broke my egg in two!</div><div><br /></div><div>Then there was pregnancy. The husband was so awesome during pregnancy...what did he do that was so special?. Well, he let a lot of things go. When I had my moments and would lose it for random stupid things, he would always diffuse the topic and very rarely took it personal. Knowing that you have two babies on the way, not knowing if you would make it to week XX, etc can make any mom to be very nervous and emotional...he was always calm and that really helped me through those 9 (8?) months. </div><div><br /></div><div>There's just one thing he didn't do......he didn't gain any sympathy weight! As a matter of fact he decided my pregnancy was the perfect time to get even hotter. Thanks husband.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then there is this whole last year. Whoa, this year. I don't even think I can put it in writing but I can tell you that whatever dreams I had of him as a dad have been COMPLETELY blown away. He is the BEST dad I could have asked for my boys. Our lives have been turned upside down and finding that right balance hasn't been easy...but I can say that now we're stronger than we ever were. We are a family.</div><div><br /></div><div>Alejandro, I definitely could not have done it without you. I love you husband.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibBwyoBesHvhALvE94Fy-jO4BwJZCOFJr-hnElhpi5QHaUmYzUcy6xwjbcM0wvTakw4dul2UxHa5vfhckdR_SQW3hzwVrtP3Kwcxe9VdkPKZ3j7WOsvO-iGai2-PGZfxcxLrzVd_yEvqQ/s320/DSC00774.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519055458481602690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><i>Me and my partner in crime, right before we became "mom and dad"</i></span></div>Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861679186689783462.post-58327137851676333182010-09-13T08:23:00.002-04:002010-09-13T08:31:42.285-04:00Blog for a cure!Hi everyone...just wanted to let you all know my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bloggy</span> friend Lani is doing her 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">nd</span> annual Blog for the Cure!. <div><br /></div><div>You may remember I blogged about this <a href="http://canterburytalesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-for-cure.html">last year</a>. I was amazed that she was training for a marathon, raising money...all while raising triplets!!!. Well, this was <i>before</i> I had my boys. If I was amazed then that a mom of multiples could do all that while keeping her sanity....well, now I'm beyond amazed because now I actually know the craziness of having multiples...and I "only" have two!!!!!!!!.</div><div><br /></div><div>So head on over to her blog! She's raising $1,750 for a GREAT cause...she's training with Team in training and has some awesome giveaways lined up!. </div><div><br /></div><div>Donating $1, earns you an entry into EACH giveaway. That's right...just $1!!!!!!!!!. If you can donate more, then you can use your extra dollars as extra entries in your favorite giveaways!. Give $30 or more and you automatically win some prizes!.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here is what <a href="http://whoknewreviews.blogspot.com/">Lani</a> had to say, in her own words:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet, Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "><div></div><blockquote><div>The Leukemia and Lymphoma Society supports life-saving cancer research, as well as directly supporting families that are dealing with blood cancers. Cancer survival rates have steadily risen over the last few decades, but that is not enough. There is work to be done, and I need your help.</div><div><br /></div><div>In January 2011, I will run a half marathon as a part of the Team In Training program with the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. The race is symbolic. It's going to be a challenge and a lot of fun but really, it's the least I can do to show my support. If you or someone you know has been touched by cancer, I know that you understand why this is important, and you understand why every dollar donated DOES make a difference.</div></blockquote><div></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div>So head on over to her blog and participate to win great prizes while you donate for such an important cause :)</div><div><br /></div><div><center><a href="http://whoknewreviews.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i585.photobucket.com/albums/ss293/lanik58/Blog-for-a-cure-button.jpg" /></a></center></div>Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861679186689783462.post-48251361714668385432010-09-04T15:18:00.002-04:002010-09-04T15:27:30.951-04:00What? You've been gone?{insert wailing noise here}<div><br /></div><div>Lately I spend a lot of time hiding. I hide in the kitchen, I hide in my office. I hide. From my boys.</div><div><br /></div><div>You see, they've developed what we like to call "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mamitis</span>" in Spanish. They love mommy, so if mommy is around, everyone must be on top of her....which I happen to love...I mean, have you see their faces?. For some reason, mommy also makes them whinny. They can be playing happily, then they see me and it's all over!....here is how hiding helps!. </div><div><br /></div><div>Usually it takes an awesome couple of toys (aka: empty water bottles, for example) to distract the prey. Once they bite, I sneak out behind them and make my great escape. Mommy gets alone time, they laugh and play happily...it's a win-win situation. </div><div><br /></div><div>I come out of hiding a few minutes later, they see me and it's over. It's like they realize I was gone and the whining starts....what mommy? you weren't actually here??? you mean we were playing happily alone? Where have you been?....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">baaaaaa</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">baaa</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">baaaa</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>And thus the great escape and successful hiding skills were born!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861679186689783462.post-60399534293263491182010-08-31T21:27:00.005-04:002010-08-31T21:54:31.378-04:00...and then they turned 2!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguqlxeYo2OMOO_6JYXrRdU62cjRbJRUoj9iKVJ-5Y2J_RWbjqJxauGjhk79TvNkSXdQ-3tCItSurE2GzNNlJUwdhSUbLJrqbDyG90DaolSugbXuL3M6v-YhVKVCQMZWck3s1QaRGuJFX8/s1600/DSC03906.jpg"></a>Really...when did THAT happen?<div><br /></div><div>This morning I woke up to cranky, loud, temper-tantrum throwing toddlers. I'm not kidding....overly dramatic displays from being so EXTREMELY upset. Because you know, being a baby is <i>just</i> not that easy.</div><div><br /></div><div>I mean, you only have someone (that mean person known as 'mama') doing everything possible so that you sleep, relax, play, eat and enjoy the day. It has <i>got</i> to be tough.</div><div><br /></div><div>What is up with that folks? Don't I have at least another few months before the temper tantrums start?. By that I mean, flailing legs, throwing toys, arching back and crying like I'm sticking acupuncture needles in their eye balls. </div><div><br /></div><div>They weren't fooling me either...they would go from crying to laughing hysterically in seconds. They would be wailing (mouths open, of course) then Alex would stick his finger in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Lucas's</span> mouth (both still crying)...and then, they would both start cracking up (with tears in their faces) and laugh until they realized they weren't supposed to be laughing, they were supposed to be very upset!. Let crying resume until someone else does something silly.</div><div><br /></div><div>So yeah, not a good day today here at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">casa</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">de</span> locos. Hoping they just woke up on the wrong side of the crib (is that possible?...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hmm</span>). </div><div><br /></div><div>Tomorrow I want my happier BABIES back. Please. </div><div><br /></div><div>Please. </div><div>Please.</div><div>Please.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh and I also want Starbucks to deliver my Pumpkin Spiced Latte over here.</div><div><br /></div><div>Please.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you.</div><div><br /></div><div>***</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Edited because I wanted to add a couple of pictures. This are the faces I saw today, all day long...the pictures are not from today (believe me, grabbing a camera was the last thing in my mind today!)...but just so you get the idea of the cute misery I had to endure!</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH_M5w9_SUSiVuhD9MUJO9OO0jwND3m7XQNivGv8J-OmrmdBvTliS9AHTMOqYA9EidRPLEdCKzYwf31W_d-E8M0fdTDbNNZpCamHHKLFkjUeIFfvOWgJtpEPrhqzf650BVnRhFA8wPgZ0/s1600/crying.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH_M5w9_SUSiVuhD9MUJO9OO0jwND3m7XQNivGv8J-OmrmdBvTliS9AHTMOqYA9EidRPLEdCKzYwf31W_d-E8M0fdTDbNNZpCamHHKLFkjUeIFfvOWgJtpEPrhqzf650BVnRhFA8wPgZ0/s320/crying.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511757159351826066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px; " /></a></span></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><br /></div><div><i>And this is a picture from their 10 month "photo shoot" and the faces we're hoping to see tomorrow (I said Please!!!!!!)</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguqlxeYo2OMOO_6JYXrRdU62cjRbJRUoj9iKVJ-5Y2J_RWbjqJxauGjhk79TvNkSXdQ-3tCItSurE2GzNNlJUwdhSUbLJrqbDyG90DaolSugbXuL3M6v-YhVKVCQMZWck3s1QaRGuJFX8/s320/DSC03906.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511757188129270930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></i></div><div><br /></div>Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861679186689783462.post-24720247543311791282010-08-25T10:27:00.001-04:002010-08-25T10:27:59.525-04:0010 months!<div style="text-align: left;">Super late...and I haven't even taken their "monthly shot" (*gasp!*)...but I don't want to forget a thing and having a little something for them for each month of their first birthday is important to me...so here we go!</div><div><br /></div><div><b>And then there were teeth.....</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Took a while for those little white pearls to come in...but we went from zero to 8 teeth in one month!. Alex got the first one...but he got ONE. Lucas followed with two back to back and then two on the top. Alex followed by one on the top, then one on the bottom..and now we are seeing the second one on the top. I like his staggered approach ;)</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif9oUYa3S893_Tjd1Nb6C9CSSzHIY36vPRLhGO0zS2SQDCw7EYXIDKA5avYASZWsDTZbpzpZakFiV7cuW8jBjtIWThfJeOZwjCTkP2mzFO5PGU96jaGG6j6i_CqvF9nJKwsoPwI5znjlU/s1600/DSC03868.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif9oUYa3S893_Tjd1Nb6C9CSSzHIY36vPRLhGO0zS2SQDCw7EYXIDKA5avYASZWsDTZbpzpZakFiV7cuW8jBjtIWThfJeOZwjCTkP2mzFO5PGU96jaGG6j6i_CqvF9nJKwsoPwI5znjlU/s320/DSC03868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509351795896886194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Lucas</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7PEHHnqo5ESzWYarL1qjxXMEML8dLLfeA1pOM-jD09zke4AC1SdWn5a2uLpgmPJo7UlLbRUQQqX8KZB1H8_8u0BVck6iv4BXsbCuSyRqlJgvVevhs67UdKaQCG3b9zmSRPL4ZpvT_uC8/s1600/DSC03878.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7PEHHnqo5ESzWYarL1qjxXMEML8dLLfeA1pOM-jD09zke4AC1SdWn5a2uLpgmPJo7UlLbRUQQqX8KZB1H8_8u0BVck6iv4BXsbCuSyRqlJgvVevhs67UdKaQCG3b9zmSRPL4ZpvT_uC8/s320/DSC03878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509351784250185586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Alex</div><div><br /></div><div><b>And we're off!</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>They are EVERYWHERE. Sometimes I wonder if I have quadruplets. They really do move so fast!. They are pro-crawlers and Lucas pulls himself up on everything!. Alex is quickly following though and will be pulling up more consistently before we know it!. The family room has been blocked off with gates, just so we have at least one *safe* space for them...because you know, mama's gotta pee sometimes!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi58p3hvbCXvOGJmfr8re9JCcdTqlpppgFYnQNECt6a3AMSAvGpU1adHL0Ai3MW81NPp2H8DBt2dg5myU5F1hA_2wqknu9JENASklnjNUfhoFT5X2lV4NJhAb2_tOXgWP1RiUC1mDHVNT8/s320/DSC03809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509353901830894034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><b>To the barber we go...</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span>, not really the barber, but they got their very first hair cut!. They look so handsome....and SO grown up! Don't even want to think about it too much because it makes me so nostalgic. I can't believe it...not long ago they were bald (yes, bald! I had to post a few pictures on another site for the non-believers...but just check out month 1 and 2 on the pictures on the side)</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihdya-L5s8dC_qbehyV9fw7jpknOLFIjdseq7KDqx-ycYE8inGmYBj1RMj_bGcG0z0QWsmG92CXCQbC7mM1dqOIsZtXoeL2VVZ_NPb1x3RlwucADYnz9uMm6-NMRp1UP1RBRwV9pgnB3g/s1600/DSC03860.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihdya-L5s8dC_qbehyV9fw7jpknOLFIjdseq7KDqx-ycYE8inGmYBj1RMj_bGcG0z0QWsmG92CXCQbC7mM1dqOIsZtXoeL2VVZ_NPb1x3RlwucADYnz9uMm6-NMRp1UP1RBRwV9pgnB3g/s320/DSC03860.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509351777111327906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Alex</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizC9CP4PSoTnzbuQsY4A5sFYL2IYQHzVE58CCAK9cGqzV2twRGnwBHEesrXqPYwQKWQlLpKWZmiZqKfrlilzoEAkoxRclEU8XP05KonwCjeLqKyGevkZ9fgo5AZ5ZjC4W7nlAmo8oZ64g/s1600/DSC03845.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizC9CP4PSoTnzbuQsY4A5sFYL2IYQHzVE58CCAK9cGqzV2twRGnwBHEesrXqPYwQKWQlLpKWZmiZqKfrlilzoEAkoxRclEU8XP05KonwCjeLqKyGevkZ9fgo5AZ5ZjC4W7nlAmo8oZ64g/s320/DSC03845.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509351771383183714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lucas</div><div><b>Beach Bums!</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>We took them to the beach twice this month and they LOVED it. They played and played...at the end they looked like they were breaded with sand (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">yumm</span>, like crispy little chickens!). They loved the water and most of all they loved napping in the shade!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdkShmO7Y9ZZ9sqIXztI7CSD6jjrFG12e6LpXeyWar9myglQ36X6cZX9mUhJ_Z8oIeStFyuNJ-vPl1GaWz1OUdTvS_WnwtBFsXDuWI6yrE8JXTTv4WOXyOc6xRYXq_pNEzqTwq2ifeI7I/s320/DSC03801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509351799361215090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">(Lucas left, Alex right)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Family ties...</b></div><div><br /></div><div>We also got a short visit from the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">g'parents</span> :) ...how I wish all my family was close by. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">miss</span> them all so much and I know the boys do too!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcAofxUzh1ibqDTbltrT44B5EH_xYyUlfirUpeR6kEQ7Iz3hxtFbkgq2IWeUiXDn5W8xd0ZABPbPDCjadrQiNI9h2WH4shf5GorbROccXq9PVLhkxGOdrJbFrJuP3WhORQUfGPV4G61Ds/s320/DSC03780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509352240527292482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>***</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Alex</b>,</div><div><br /></div><div>You are such a sweet little guy. So smart and so sweet. You have become more social and love to smile at everyone. You love to talk and you love to study things. You love being close to your brother and I love how you look at him. He's truly your best friend.</div><div><br /></div><div>You recently started sleeping on your tummy, like Lucas does!. You love to snuggle with your little bunny when it's time for bed and when you can't fall sleep, you sit there hugging your bunny waiting for one of us to come get you. If you wake up in the middle of the night you think it's time to party....so with your teeth have come some long nights and you've come to bed to snuggle a bit with us!.</div><div><br /></div><div>***</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Lucas</b>,</div><div><br /></div><div>How do you have the cutest dimples in the world?. I swear those dimples and that smile will get you whatever you want. You are a little "monster". You get into everything!...the house is quickly being dismantled just to make it safe for you...because nothing is safe from you (not even <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Chepe</span>!). You love to take toys from your brother and you love to hug him and kiss him. You also love to pull his hair (and mommy's!) so we're working on that...</div><div><br /></div><div>You are such a funny little guy...you pull up on everything and love to use mommy as a jungle gym. You love to be with people and you love <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Chepe</span> too (he's not so sure about you and your hair pulling!)</div><div><br /></div><div>***</div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>Alex and Lucas, you're growing up so fast!. I couldn't help but tear up when I saw all the back to school pictures my friends shared. Just thinking about you going to school one day makes me so proud, nervous, happy and sad!. Time is flying!.</div><div><br /></div><div>It hasn't been an "easy" ten months...but they have been the best 10 months of my life and I don't want to miss a thing. Now you cuddle back with mommy and daddy and I truly feel like my heart is going to explode. You guys hug me and love to just lay with me....in those moments I always hold you tight...I pray...I imagine all the good things I want for you, the values you have, the life I want for you. I pray and I say thank you. A lot.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0nRSOcScOwJY56-YQhgFAc5rone8G8ipDWHTSM7kLCsubmoznOJLTfj65CzUUrPaWz-zTB2hyflkP7ug1Y1ZmRKaRx5dHCspu5W6Oa1XAsEhYLDCyDDQkEhilXYc7ECxjoZIbMzU5RLM/s1600/DSC03772.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0nRSOcScOwJY56-YQhgFAc5rone8G8ipDWHTSM7kLCsubmoznOJLTfj65CzUUrPaWz-zTB2hyflkP7ug1Y1ZmRKaRx5dHCspu5W6Oa1XAsEhYLDCyDDQkEhilXYc7ECxjoZIbMzU5RLM/s320/DSC03772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509352246896637746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861679186689783462.post-39077574123727701362010-08-19T09:43:00.003-04:002010-08-22T22:02:11.430-04:00Win some...not others!Bad news first...I didn't meet my goal. As a matter of fact, I only ran <i>once</i> last week....gasp! :-O<div><br /></div><div>Now on to the good news (yep, notice how I quickly change the topic so that I don't have to reflect on my failures! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">haha</span>!). I ran my longest distance EVER!. 8 miles!. That's right! 8 whole miles...without ANY walk breaks and a pretty decent average pace of 9:51.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't have much time to post. My sitter is not able to come for a couple of weeks so needless to say it's been crazy around here. Work + mobile babies + house duties...well, it's just a bit much!.</div><div><br /></div><div>A few quick things....</div><div><ul><li>New goal: 50 miles again, since i didn't meet the goal last time.</li></ul></div><div><ul><li>Notice the little countdown on the top?........I signed up for my first Half Marathon!!!!!!!. Time to look for a training schedule. I'll keep you guys updated on progress!</li></ul><ul><li>Down 9 lbs! Only 4 lbs to be a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">pre</span>-pregnancy weight!!!!!!!!....Of course not in the same shape as some tightening up is in order (as described in the movie "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cvP7cnmxlLM">Knocked up</a>")</li></ul></div><div><ul><li>Did my first interval/<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">speedwork</span> ever and it's a miracle I didn't leave my lungs on the side of the road!</li></ul></div>Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861679186689783462.post-44751499063184038422010-08-08T22:12:00.002-04:002010-08-08T22:19:25.746-04:0017.36 miles....Is what I would have to run this week in order to meet my goal.....yikes!<div><br /></div><div>This week has been tough. Lucas mastered how to pull himself to a standing position...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">yay</span>! But at the same time this has meant BEDTIME TROUBLE!.</div><div><br /></div><div>Goes like this:</div><div><br /></div><div>We put them down at their normal time (6:30pm or so). They are exhausted (rubbing eyes, yawning, etc). Two seconds later they start laughing, we peek in and we see Lucas standing up, leaning over to see Alex. Alex sitting down cracking up.</div><div><br /></div><div>This goes on for a while until it turns into crying (he hasn't mastered how to go from standing to laying back down!). They get frustrated, we go in, put them back down, now they are mad, crying begins. We go in, realize that if we leave them there they will just keep getting worked up and cry more and more. Bring them out, let them calm down and hang out with us. They calm down, get very sleepy again, we try again.</div><div><br /></div><div>Rinse and repeat.</div><div><br /></div><div>Eventually they pass out!.</div><div><br /></div><div>So anyway, back to my goal. <b>17.36 miles</b>. If I ran 4.34 miles 4 times, then I would be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ok</span>...I just don't know that I can manage to run 4 nights this week, given how these two are doing!.</div><div><br /></div><div>Plan B is 4.5 miles, 4.5 miles and 8 miles.</div><div><br /></div><div>What to do, what to do....I feel like I could do 8 miles. So maybe that's the way to go.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861679186689783462.post-47423237939017131672010-08-04T09:30:00.004-04:002010-08-04T09:49:44.288-04:00They are 9 months...<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span>, almost 10, what can I say...I'm just a tad behind!.</div><div><br /></div><div>9 months-- How come the 9 months of pregnancy went by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sooooo</span> slow and this last months are flying by?. Or are they really...because I can't remember life without them. I really can't. What did I do before?. So on the one hand it feels like it's gone by so fast...on the other hand I have this feeling like it's been like this forever. Like they have always been a part of my life.</div><div><br /></div><div>Isn't that crazy?. I look at them sometimes and see myself....and yes, I see my husband (that one is pretty obvious though!). It feels so crazy to see myself though. Sometimes they have a certain smile that just reminds me of me and that's such a crazy and wonderful feeling. They are mine. They REALLY are mine. A year ago I had no clue what this would feel like. Today, I still have no clue how to describe how it feels, how it changes everyday, how my love grows and I just can't imagine loving them more than I already do. Then tomorrow I realize it is possible and I do love them even more.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am so grateful to be their mom. I truly feel so blessed (yes, doubled blessed!)</div><div><br /></div><div>So what have they been up to?</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, we have teeth!. Alex got the first one (literally, just one)...and two days later Lucas got two!. I think Lucas is also getting one on the top and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Alex</span> is about to break his second tooth.</div><div><br /></div><div>They are moving!...not proper crawling, but scooting and getting to where they want to be (for Lucas that is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Chepe's</span> water bowl!). Alex is a little behind so we have to do some x-rays to make sure his hips are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ok</span> (since he was breech). I think he's fine and I'm not worried, but we still have to check!.</div><div><br /></div><div>They love to "talk". Alex has a special language...I actually think it's Mandarin and we're just not smart enough to know what he's saying ;) He talks and talks and talks.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lucas loves to snuggle, he loves to hug. He also has to get everything Alex has (even if he has the exact same thing in his hands!).</div><div><br /></div><div>Alex is patient....it's almost like he knows Lucas will get easily distracted and that's when he'll go and take his toy back!</div><div><br /></div><div>They wrestle and they laugh. They laugh a LOT together. It is the cutest thing to watch.</div><div><br /></div><div>They're down to two naps a day (short naps, but at least they nap!)...I can't really complaint because they do sleep 12 hours per night pretty much. </div><div><br /></div><div>They love to eat. Anything I give them. They just LOVE to eat!. Bottles are a different story, they're not fans but just a couple more months of formula. I'm hoping they like regular milk better!.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here are their 9 month pictures...</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKmFoSL7aj8sv4bupLqDMdgTvz7b3QzTxeSzGyk6j2JBFW2USQzAgvytzW7Cl8wm8k6npS9m2kZ_Qane5XT0kca2aEefTOMIY6BlEPWvilUW0o2zuOBn9Bgdcl8onW9P8p1iTgzIGvSTg/s1600/DSC03689.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKmFoSL7aj8sv4bupLqDMdgTvz7b3QzTxeSzGyk6j2JBFW2USQzAgvytzW7Cl8wm8k6npS9m2kZ_Qane5XT0kca2aEefTOMIY6BlEPWvilUW0o2zuOBn9Bgdcl8onW9P8p1iTgzIGvSTg/s320/DSC03689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501551051613531042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYuZ4gMIZGx3hasyFWY6y_eV29zJoc70DN22g6XQiydmFQiKpmbE-OcqXGfJ6VKPe2nyrzbabKs-p4HccGBF6KAYDpxmSFQGs8aPjnCGKPwGjgsEqtatK2F7B67s9PFRcFBe3CaOLzXX8/s1600/DSC03695.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYuZ4gMIZGx3hasyFWY6y_eV29zJoc70DN22g6XQiydmFQiKpmbE-OcqXGfJ6VKPe2nyrzbabKs-p4HccGBF6KAYDpxmSFQGs8aPjnCGKPwGjgsEqtatK2F7B67s9PFRcFBe3CaOLzXX8/s320/DSC03695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501551038999009474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi93xZQNJxDURoOhCs9RLOQDSab4GgT60gTfnkIuvxIaVmtVgtQVo3EDr91Qs_F_FFvXGBoTU1iE-yIO6b1HSXfTWN8PJdcV4rb6_jb81jLQv5qyoKuqcbA4DdijycHAQtxPPADaDAlq2E/s1600/DSC03685.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi93xZQNJxDURoOhCs9RLOQDSab4GgT60gTfnkIuvxIaVmtVgtQVo3EDr91Qs_F_FFvXGBoTU1iE-yIO6b1HSXfTWN8PJdcV4rb6_jb81jLQv5qyoKuqcbA4DdijycHAQtxPPADaDAlq2E/s320/DSC03685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501551034498219202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDJKwQCdOXlgYKW2aGyb-h_INdttUiW4bhPu6BdSiLVzVkAShj2gO-ZjBRDZUCZPrhZzpTblkcc_VnBmXoxIaUvIUMEX5lEM6E9Ixeb4pNcgG9t9nD4IVoPyBkOQL6NEM51oEMRm3gBEA/s1600/DSC03680.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDJKwQCdOXlgYKW2aGyb-h_INdttUiW4bhPu6BdSiLVzVkAShj2gO-ZjBRDZUCZPrhZzpTblkcc_VnBmXoxIaUvIUMEX5lEM6E9Ixeb4pNcgG9t9nD4IVoPyBkOQL6NEM51oEMRm3gBEA/s320/DSC03680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501551029744553570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div>Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861679186689783462.post-36865750673126408212010-08-01T21:51:00.003-04:002010-08-01T21:56:56.417-04:00Running update!Another week and feeling good!<div><br /></div><div>Last week was low on miles, but that's because I participated in a 5K race during the weekend and was just too sore to do a long run after that!. The 5K was great...I went with my friend and awesome running partner <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Steph</span> and we rocked it (if I may say so myself!). The goal was to do it in under 30 minutes and my time was 28:11!!</div><div><br /></div><div>This week was great....ran three times and finished with a long 6-mile run!. This time I didn't stop during the 6 miles and kept my pace under 10 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">mins</span>/mile. </div><div><br /></div><div>This is why I love running, you really see improvements so fast. It's been 6 weeks since I have been back at running and I feel the progress is amazing. Not just in my pace, but how I feel during the runs. Stronger, more determined, happier.</div><div><br /></div><div>***</div><div><br /></div><div>In other news, not to be outdone by his brother....Lucas got not one, but TWO teeth!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861679186689783462.post-22538941014178927862010-07-24T10:46:00.006-04:002010-07-24T10:51:02.004-04:00Houston, we have a tooth!!!Yep...can you guess who got a tooth?. Both of them were head to head, or should I say, gum to gum? I was wondering if they were going to poke out the same exact day, but the winner of the "First Tooth" contest is:<div><br /></div><div>Alex!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Lucas is not far behind. I think <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">identicals</span> tend to teeth around the same time...which is a blessing and a curse in itself. You go through a REALLY hard time with teething, but at least it is done at once for both babies. But, did I mention it is a R-E-A-L-L-Y hard time!?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ok</span>, one tooth down...how many more to go?. Oh my, I better not think about the big picture and just concentrate on the little things!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861679186689783462.post-7387863227541442512010-07-23T09:18:00.005-04:002010-07-23T09:50:01.292-04:00Photography by Rebecca<div>My friend, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.rebeccaleimbach.com"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Rebecca</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Leimbach</span></a>, took some pictures of the boys and her beautiful daughter.<div><br /></div><div>I knew she was amazing, but these pictures took my breath away. As with all her pictures, you can almost "feel" them. I love the vintage feel to them, the emotion...she is so good at capturing "the" moment. I didn't think we had many "moments" on the beach as both of my boys were a little grumpy and carrying 3 babies with only 2 moms to the beach is not an easy task!...but I was wrong, there were many moments and she captured them beautifully. Thanks <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Rebecca</span>! :)</div></div><div><br /></div><div>You can also visit <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Photography-by-Rebecca-Leimbach/357947515933?ref=ts">Rebecca's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Facebook</span> photography <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">pag</span></a>e to see the rest of the pictures! Make sure you "<b>like</b>" it to get her latest pictures....they are all so awesome!!!. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW7LJTPt1yTc9Yd_XHd4wKwvc4ae4h_iVuQUG32E7z-PYbu1M5D_RPYSCZ1022NwLXbdYiu4fasWyRp1bO_px7oMCvkn7_KOWovT-khqiHfsAPxu470tFKzOGs3DqS7LqA8RQ-1XyItzM/s1600/Slide3.jpg"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGBrukn-SjeZ8bkhlml13F9N3cZYnAd3zcEOQe3-IhpuorX9WEV4smpAYm4AoQqJQuQ2texl39oqFEpp66-Z8XATPh814NBkkUOatqx9feI3efY1F3qz7eI4l7NTs46WkOHDJ4KJHEQRs/s1600/Slide2.jpg"><br /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyX-eszFAvNt10k5a9M7fobRdgNmrVxMX67D5jU6XQOn8ET2MNg50QmMjixkLoLm8p_xTLVLuMRGoQVDn7Zc7qYCwvczJSe41Jns-Y36Lh7xC8xIV4JhribKG0n5sZCyOHc0BxtwFnhM8/s1600/Slide1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyX-eszFAvNt10k5a9M7fobRdgNmrVxMX67D5jU6XQOn8ET2MNg50QmMjixkLoLm8p_xTLVLuMRGoQVDn7Zc7qYCwvczJSe41Jns-Y36Lh7xC8xIV4JhribKG0n5sZCyOHc0BxtwFnhM8/s400/Slide1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497097383593301522" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW7LJTPt1yTc9Yd_XHd4wKwvc4ae4h_iVuQUG32E7z-PYbu1M5D_RPYSCZ1022NwLXbdYiu4fasWyRp1bO_px7oMCvkn7_KOWovT-khqiHfsAPxu470tFKzOGs3DqS7LqA8RQ-1XyItzM/s400/Slide3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497097399496860482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGBrukn-SjeZ8bkhlml13F9N3cZYnAd3zcEOQe3-IhpuorX9WEV4smpAYm4AoQqJQuQ2texl39oqFEpp66-Z8XATPh814NBkkUOatqx9feI3efY1F3qz7eI4l7NTs46WkOHDJ4KJHEQRs/s400/Slide2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497097396217885778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div>Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861679186689783462.post-21207046131657028782010-07-18T21:49:00.004-04:002010-07-18T22:03:05.743-04:0040 Miles in 4 weeks!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcMnx7_Q1K5Tvmz7nyztcMH2Ez_GVJyv5IKjbjfQbLVPWjfKiGGgc-DzWPM8MZ-8jNeLOlTkSRyhfcZC4m_7uSDyh2kWowRrRSfxwJ6GwuDYpRlJgZIQLMFiZ56l8C_TJhCBre9cj2LRQ/s1600/40in4.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 161px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcMnx7_Q1K5Tvmz7nyztcMH2Ez_GVJyv5IKjbjfQbLVPWjfKiGGgc-DzWPM8MZ-8jNeLOlTkSRyhfcZC4m_7uSDyh2kWowRrRSfxwJ6GwuDYpRlJgZIQLMFiZ56l8C_TJhCBre9cj2LRQ/s400/40in4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495431394210191634" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>That was my goal and I'm happy to report......I did it!!!!!!!!!! :D<div><br /></div><div>In order to meet that goal, I had to run 6 miles today!...Thanks to my "vacation" and the lack of miles between 6/29 and 7/5. That's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ok</span> though, I'm happy I ended my 4 weeks with a long run.<br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ok</span>, so technically, the total was 39.95 miles (see box on right!). I am very tempted to go outside and run to the next block and come back, but let's face it...I can't feel my legs, it's like a 100F out there and I'm in my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">PJs</span>!.</div><div><br /></div><div>For the sake of rounding up, we will say that running up the stairs to bring my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Garmin</span> to the computer to upload tonight's workout counts for the 0.05 miles that I was short by.</div><div><br /></div><div>Seriously! How annoying is that? I may still have to run to the block and back!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ok</span>, who am I kidding, I really can't feel my legs!</div><div><br /></div><div>In the spirit on maintaining momentum and keep challenging myself, here is the next goal: increase 2 miles per week, for a total of 12 miles per week. That's 48 miles, but I like round numbers so.....</div><div><br /></div><div><b>50 miles in the next 4 weeks!</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Who's in!?</div><div><br /></div></div>Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861679186689783462.post-21975219402134479242010-07-12T10:04:00.006-04:002010-07-12T10:18:43.157-04:00We're the Champions!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz8TyFtniDxb5IzZ8KNa3y2jU21mZA5-QzIPLRRmctViaLjmKF19ZQKcUZNSwOl3_bGIyCdIdAkvxSimTk5ZtD5MDjDKVZmV2Z60kvpQ7OFmrBMyy_RP_aB_rjdEwARFuSWkY_KTipEEc/s1600/DSC03443.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz8TyFtniDxb5IzZ8KNa3y2jU21mZA5-QzIPLRRmctViaLjmKF19ZQKcUZNSwOl3_bGIyCdIdAkvxSimTk5ZtD5MDjDKVZmV2Z60kvpQ7OFmrBMyy_RP_aB_rjdEwARFuSWkY_KTipEEc/s320/DSC03443.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493021437794674290" /></a><br />Spain won the World Cup!!<div><br /></div><div>People say it's because of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebpP1lGqvYk">Paul</a>...but I know better. Spain finally had two lucky charms showing their <a href="http://canterburytalesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup-fever.html">support</a>!</div><div><br /></div><div>The little fellas sported their shirts for every game...and if you ask me, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><a href="http://www.fifa.com/worldcup/players/player=176644/index.html?cid=google_playeronebox">Iker</a></span><a href="http://www.fifa.com/worldcup/players/player=176644/index.html?cid=google_playeronebox"> </a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><a href="http://www.fifa.com/worldcup/players/player=176644/index.html?cid=google_playeronebox">Casillas</a></span> should come and thank them personally. Just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">sayin</span>'...</div><div><br /></div><div>I wish I could say I enjoyed the game...but I didn't. We went to my sister's house, surrounded by awesome people and GREAT Spanish food. Unfortunately, these two gave me hell. I'll spare you the details of how they fought naps and cried every time people would scream at the TV.....but if you saw my internet history on Google then you would know the kind of day I had:</div><div><br /></div><div>"<i>Nine month growth spurt</i>"</div><div>"<i>Teething for three weeks</i>"</div><div>"<i>Nine month old nap schedules</i>"</div><div>"<i>General baby crankiness</i>"</div><div><br /></div><div>You get the idea. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was going to Goggle "H<i>ow to stay sane when your twins have other plans</i>". But let's face it, Google ain't no Paul.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>***</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><i>Running update:</i></b> In order for me to meet my 40 miles in 4 weeks goal, I would have to run 17 miles this week. My babysitter just called in sick...which means I have to juggle them and work by myself. I have a feeling I won't be meeting my goal, but I will try my best.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861679186689783462.post-43649602556287793432010-07-07T08:22:00.002-04:002010-07-07T08:26:31.404-04:00Summing up our vacation in one picture...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkO7L_hwYns_JdHteDUQQiMV0Ksc3BwxlYtw5c8wb6HQ-HS6IMIjnAZiyJFkiXzprRPxd-4QUISU0ynQr6k6609VsW0MtMa3a_w2R2Rlgi7WMGPf5qmP5pOQCs0wU93LNhrcgG4FWnEGs/s1600/DSC03549.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkO7L_hwYns_JdHteDUQQiMV0Ksc3BwxlYtw5c8wb6HQ-HS6IMIjnAZiyJFkiXzprRPxd-4QUISU0ynQr6k6609VsW0MtMa3a_w2R2Rlgi7WMGPf5qmP5pOQCs0wU93LNhrcgG4FWnEGs/s320/DSC03549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491138812470608354" /></a>Yep....that's pretty much how it was!. <div><br /></div><div>I don't want to write about it since I'm hoping I just forget how bad it was and I'm actually brave enough one day to go out on vacation!. </div><div><br /></div><div>What I do know is that next time we go somewhere, I really hope we don't have to share a room with the boys. One would be up at 3<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ish</span>, start talking, wake up the other one...and that was that!. </div><div><br /></div><div>You know your kids are up WAY too early when their first nap of the day is at 5:30am...</div><div><br /></div><div>Needless to say, mama didn't run...so I have a lot of miles to make up for last week. I'm determined to meet my 40 miles goal!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861679186689783462.post-4865695025722425552010-07-03T12:36:00.000-04:002010-07-03T12:39:09.629-04:00Dear Teething,You ruined our vacation.<br /><br />First one for the boys..and it's been ruined. It will be a long time before we are brave enough to go on vacation again. A long, long, time. Probably once you have all your teeth, we may consider it.<br /><br />I. HATE. YOU.<br /><br />@+#*:"!!!!!<br /><br />Sincerely,<br /><br />A very tired mama.Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861679186689783462.post-88470646296099304082010-06-29T22:01:00.000-04:002010-06-29T09:14:35.865-04:00Baby Pasta Primavera<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDqdjPRvp60uM-WPc6klXXR9t6BiqNUf7wa_kzoh2nVXtB9Qlv4mQmtxLUxQJ6OHkz674WtTXpbW_vvfrwKOyTFtY5t5QyZB-wE3qlv0DiHgf4Q67knoydgx7q_rC-_pkAhyIxtsGUdKE/s1600/DSC03488.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDqdjPRvp60uM-WPc6klXXR9t6BiqNUf7wa_kzoh2nVXtB9Qlv4mQmtxLUxQJ6OHkz674WtTXpbW_vvfrwKOyTFtY5t5QyZB-wE3qlv0DiHgf4Q67knoydgx7q_rC-_pkAhyIxtsGUdKE/s320/DSC03488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488176561636739682" /></a><br />Last night we had some friends over for dinner and I made Pasta <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Primavera</span></span> with Chicken and goat cheese.<div><br /></div><div>This morning when it was time to make lunch for the boys, I decided to make the baby version of the dish!. I didn't have ricotta cheese, but I think ricotta or cottage cheese would be a great creamy addition to this dish!</div><div><br /></div><div><blockquote></blockquote></div><blockquote><div>Asparagus, cut up into small pieces (this way you don't have to worry about the fibers once cooked/pureed)</div><div>Yellow squash, diced</div><div>Zucchini, diced</div><div>Carrots, diced</div><div>Peas</div><div>Whole wheat pasta</div><div>Oregano and basil to taste</div><div><br /></div><div>Steam all veggies with the herbs for about 10-15 minutes or until soft (but not mushy). If using a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Beaba</span></span>, then use level 2.</div><div><br /></div><div>I steamed the pasta with the veggies, but I used thin pasta. If using a thicker pasta, you may want to cook the pasta separately.</div><div><br /></div><div>Puree to desired consistency.</div><div><br /></div></blockquote><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieCE0h36mHyr9o3zRGvZnM8Gw470dI9RHy0z8UmHhyPS9UunbfQ06Jez9or31eT_JlDuMSHLIdshhH8ALA1guSqTU4u4__u2TgftUlnAHCH7zewqAw0RN2SiZis-jfDhSrPrRbHjoRfRc/s1600/DSC03482.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgwX_MoKd1pa999nShJ5p09ThozaA-XcAm-mAEDOHwHzq3QC5IfVQXk0BcMEPC1zL75vVjYaIzwaYvataDBldziF8zMzc2Y5FllkGex1GNPbfaKgyVtZiwcf-mDdh3uQW5vC5AAG3al8k/s1600/DSC03480.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgwX_MoKd1pa999nShJ5p09ThozaA-XcAm-mAEDOHwHzq3QC5IfVQXk0BcMEPC1zL75vVjYaIzwaYvataDBldziF8zMzc2Y5FllkGex1GNPbfaKgyVtZiwcf-mDdh3uQW5vC5AAG3al8k/s320/DSC03480.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488176548725706242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieCE0h36mHyr9o3zRGvZnM8Gw470dI9RHy0z8UmHhyPS9UunbfQ06Jez9or31eT_JlDuMSHLIdshhH8ALA1guSqTU4u4__u2TgftUlnAHCH7zewqAw0RN2SiZis-jfDhSrPrRbHjoRfRc/s320/DSC03482.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488176560031942866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></b></div><div><b>Level of yum-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">yumming</span></span></b>: EXTREME. They absolutely LOVED this...couldn't get enough!</div><div><br /></div>Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861679186689783462.post-43298567991294285822010-06-28T08:59:00.006-04:002010-06-28T09:15:18.918-04:00Planes, bottles and sleep, oh my!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">Planes</span></div>We're taking the babies on a plane for the first time soon. I'm a little nervous about the plane ride...<div><br /></div><div>I keep telling myself that worst case scenario everyone in the plane hates us by the time we land in our destination...oh well, I wasn't hoping to expand our friend's circle on the plane anyway!<br /><div><br /></div><div>Any tips for keeping 8 month <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">olds</span> "happy" in the plane?. I know they say to bottle feed them at take-off at landing...this may be an issue...</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Bottles</b></div><div>I'm also a little nervous about the eating habits they are developing lately. They LOVE food, they can eat "real" food anytime, anywhere and with anyone. Bottles? Not so much. The only bottle they drink without problems is the 7am bottle (because I give it to them <i>before</i> breakfast). After that bottle, it's a constant fight to get them to drink even 4oz. </div><div><br /></div><div>It is exhausting!....and they are very particular about how they drink their bottles...if there is anything more interesting, then forget it. I keep reading they should have 24-32 oz...I'm lucky if we're getting 18-20 oz!. So while on vacation I hope they don't give me a horrible time when it's time for bottles!</div><div><br /></div><div>Should I be concerned? Change their formula? Let them be?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><b>Sleep</b></div><div>More than the plane and the bottles...I'm concerned about sleep. Yep, call me selfish :)</div><div><br /></div><div>They have developed a new habit of waking up at like 5am (sometimes even before!). I don't go in their room until past 6:30am...so they basically just lay there chatting with each other from crib to crib. While we are on vacation we will all be in the same room!....I really hope they "sleep in" until at least 6am. </div><div><br /></div><div>Funny, in a not funny at all kinda way, how I think 6am is "sleeping in" nowadays! ha!.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div>****</div><div><br /></div><div>Even with those "worries" I couldn't be more excited!. The little guys are going on their first plane trip and will get to meet our friends (uncles, aunties and cousins!).</div><div><br /></div><div>These guys are getting so big that it's crazy to think just a few months ago the newborn diapers were huge on them!. Time flies, and soon, they'll be flying too! ;)</div><div><br /></div><div>***</div><div><br /></div><div>On another note, see the little gadget on the right?. That's right, I met my goal for last week!</div></div>Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861679186689783462.post-810180470893328082010-06-24T21:55:00.004-04:002010-06-24T21:59:28.754-04:00Yeah baby!!!!Ran 3.3 miles today!. <div><br /></div><div>My goal is to run three times per week, between 3-4 miles to start...which means about 10-12 miles per week-- because I like to round things up, my short term goal is to run <b>40 miles</b> in the next 4 weeks (starting this week, with a vacation included in there!).</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll be updating the box on the right at the end of each week, with the week's total.</div><div><br /></div><div>You're with me?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861679186689783462.post-6160933993059891252010-06-23T13:51:00.002-04:002010-06-23T13:54:14.269-04:008 Months old! (+2 weeks)<div>and full of cuteness!! A more in depth post to come (at some point)...but check out the cuteness!<div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhnVZX6MmooeL7SNpqRlvh5W84e5FI0SU2rZtHt1KvLuPNQOMBorrU2eIYDIYZboDOwCk3Az_JUwdVG9dc39nP4pJBcMDqS13UyBAM_QKJhiqHcTdpvnwyM-cK29jNPm7DRKtvxJ-1ZxQ/s1600/DSC03416.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhnVZX6MmooeL7SNpqRlvh5W84e5FI0SU2rZtHt1KvLuPNQOMBorrU2eIYDIYZboDOwCk3Az_JUwdVG9dc39nP4pJBcMDqS13UyBAM_QKJhiqHcTdpvnwyM-cK29jNPm7DRKtvxJ-1ZxQ/s320/DSC03416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486028846551038946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH_IthgAKFC12r5vA4JG0oVOdM6IEic0QlVabRT4dqzpZAJ10pHqvjA2qZR6ZR4FInqFy-GLBKE-RpZWb7GchbtwCYQBNDH-KuVysiRmldXzKwduPCsXhcPbz9_fUgeid0Csr13eTrowk/s1600/DSC03422.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH_IthgAKFC12r5vA4JG0oVOdM6IEic0QlVabRT4dqzpZAJ10pHqvjA2qZR6ZR4FInqFy-GLBKE-RpZWb7GchbtwCYQBNDH-KuVysiRmldXzKwduPCsXhcPbz9_fUgeid0Csr13eTrowk/s320/DSC03422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486028839700836194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqU7Co2hwkDpT2UmyYLTXNBdZAv986Ssj_PRZA9wtGyWA29F0l1kOGxQ-oyhg-5vq0ZjhU4dMmuwmMLIViZpmS6tZ7fnmGKjtHl-QzwXJTUywhSbzyEjOJwjMfv0L_9OI2DwZz5sEv4sc/s1600/DSC03406.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqU7Co2hwkDpT2UmyYLTXNBdZAv986Ssj_PRZA9wtGyWA29F0l1kOGxQ-oyhg-5vq0ZjhU4dMmuwmMLIViZpmS6tZ7fnmGKjtHl-QzwXJTUywhSbzyEjOJwjMfv0L_9OI2DwZz5sEv4sc/s320/DSC03406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486028830439434882" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861679186689783462.post-27016204527804947512010-06-22T21:52:00.004-04:002010-06-22T21:54:54.404-04:00Guess who's back?I'm back!<div><br /></div><div>Ran 3.2 miles <i>without stopping</i>. And I didn't pass out and I didn't have to call my husband to come to my rescue!. </div><div><br /></div><div>Not too shabby considering last time I ran was May 5th and was only able to run 2 miles because I thought I was going to fall apart. </div><div><br /></div><div>The road, my shoes, my music and my Garmin....</div><div><br /></div><div>~Reunited and it feels so good~</div>Andreinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136262415112264277noreply@blogger.com3