We all went to watch her on her last day.
Even Hudson did a little tumbling...
Even Haley came to watch! How cool is that?!
And two of her best friends from 4K were in her class! Score!
Friday night Craig participated in a fundraiser for my work. Here is his team.
While Craig and I attended the fundraiser, the kids spent the night at Grandma Brenda's house. They loved picking veggies from the garden--Everleigh told me she picked cheese. That sounds like a kick-ass garden to me!
Saturday, we picked the kids up and Paisley and I headed right to watch Makyah perform just before she took off to dance camp for the week.
As always, she made this dance alumni proud.
Paisley said over and over to me, "Wow, mom. Kyah did a really good job!" Yes, yes she did!
There are a lot of fun things about living really close to a school. This is one of them.
Even though the sprinklers could totally take the place of their bath...laying in bubbles is fun too. And just as cute!
We also spent a beautiful evening on the river with the Lokkens. Hudson told us that he doesn't like boats. They make his eyes hurt.
I've told you before that Everleigh is obsessed with babies. She still is. The other night, I checked on her as I went to bed. At first I was like, awww...look how she's laying. And then I was like, AH, scary baby alert! 8 babies in bed with her. You can never have too many! (and yes, Oscar sleeps with her 6 out of 7 nights)
Being a mom is hard. It's hard because for so long, you're just you. And then one day, you become someone's mom. And that's the most important role of your life from then on. So to balance work and personal time and being a mom is really difficult. When you have four little kids, it's really time consuming, physically demanding and just plain ol hard.
It's also hard to find yourself again when all you know is the routine of your children. In general, I put all of my effort into my kids, my husband and my work. I'm really proud of all of those things. But the problem.....I really gave myself nothing.
This winter, my friend Heidi told me that I should sign up to run a 5K race with her. I laughed. I am not a runner. Like seriously not a runner. I tried to do the 'couch to 5K' once, and I made it like 1/3 of the way before I gave up. Running just wasn't for me.
But the race was a long ways out, so I agreed.
The thought of running gave me anxiety. Literally.
I sucked at it. Who wants to do something they are terrible at? Not this girl.
Everleigh's Godmother/My friend, Lisa agreed to join our team for the race as well. She held me accountable to running twice a week. We'd run right after work, so I'd have no excuse not to. I got home later than usual, and cooked dinner full of sweat, still in my work out clothes.
I hated pretty much every single moment of those walk/runs. And I can't believe Lisa put up with me through all of my complaining and negative comments. I probably told her 752 times that there was no way I could complete 3.2 miles without stopping to walk. I must have been so annoying.
But today I am proud. Everyone believed I could do it, except me. I know, it's just 3.2 miles. It's really not that far. But for this non-runner, that's seriously far.
Today I ran a 5k. I ran the entire thing. I didn't stop to walk once. When we were nearing the finish, I wasn't even that tired. I was actually annoyed with the people walking in front of me because I couldn't go as fast as I wanted.
When I saw the finish line, I got goosebumps and tears in my eyes.
Today was the first time I believed I could do it. Today, I called myself a runner.
(don't get me wrong, this does not mean that I actually LIKE running.)
XOXO,
Brook
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