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Things to Consider Before Entering A Tough Mudder
Two weeks ago John completed another Tough Mudder race. He loved it. However, I feel it is my duty, as his wife, to warn any potential Tough Mudders of some of the after effects of the challenge.
Inevitably, it has been one of the reasons we do a lot of laundry…
It was also the entire reason his foot was swollen up black and blue and he couldn’t walk normal for a week (it wasn’t broken he had it checked)…
And most recently, it has turned into the reason Jane refuses to let me cut her hair…
“But, I no wanna mohawk!” she cries, 
So, if you are thinking about entering a Tough Mudder, get a bucket ready for those muddy clothes, try to avoid kicking walls and please, for the sake of their vision, trim your kids bangs before the big day!
The Sign
(Sometimes I write entire posts and then for no good reason forget to publish them. This was written at the end of August as we were getting ready for the school year to start.)
Our three girls have been sharing two rooms divided up as a “sleeping room” and a “playing room.” It was a great summer arrangement. They read books to each other at bedtime and woke each other up early to play. It was like a perpetual slumber party and there was no way it was going to work when Ivy went back to school.
And so, with school looming, we have executed another big room rearrange to help insure that kids who need to go to bed can fall asleep and kids who don’t need to wake up extra early stay asleep. Of course, this means Ivy has her own room for the time being and she is very proud of it. Many times I have been called upstairs to see her new improvements.
Then I was called up to look at her door.
On the door was a sign informing me that it would now cost a dollar to enter her room. I chuckled, decided to wait and watch how that worked out for her and went to Clara and Jane’s room instead.
Ivy followed me in while gleefully informing me that I’d have to pay her a dollar if I wanted to tuck her in that night. I seriously replied that while I love tucking her in she’d have to settle for me blowing a kiss from the door if the charge was a dollar.
Ivy left.
Moments later she was back, “Now come see mom!”
I laughed and went downstairs.
That afternoon John overheard the girls talking, looked at me in incredulity and said, “Is Ivy shaking her sisters down for quarters?!?” I explained the sign on the door and slowly followed as he went up to investigate. As I lurked upstairs I overheard him explaining mortgages, sublets and requesting cuts of the profit.
I giggled and went downstairs.
Soon I was called to look at Ivy’s door yet again:
At which time I happily knocked and was welcomed into the new room for the first time all day.
Bee-Beep, Bee- Beep, Bee-Beep!
Bee-Beep, Bee-Beep, Bee-Beep!
The house is on fire!
I elbow John’s sleeping figure.
He doesn’t move.
Bee-Beep, Bee-Beep, Bee-Beep!
….No, that’s not the smoke detector…
It’s the alarm going off- we’re late!
I poke John.
He doesn’t move.
Bee-Beep, Bee-Beep, Bee-Beep!
…I peer closely at the alarm clock, 4:23, alarms do not alarm at that time in this house…
It’s the cell phone!
I poke John.
He doesn’t move.
Bee-Beep, Bee-Beep, Bee-Beep!
…It’s not the phone…
THERE IS A PERSON IN OUR ROOM!
I poke John.
He doesn’t move.
Bee-Beep, Bee-Beep, Bee-Beep!
…Oh – It’s Jane…
She wants breakfast.
I poke John.
He doesn’t move.
Bee-Beep, Bee-Beep, Bee-Beep!
She tells me she needs yogurt.
I look at John… give up, and get up.
Bee-Beep, Bee-Beep, Bee-Beep!
I follow Jane, toward both the yogurt and the beeping.
It’s the refrigerator door alarm.
Jane appears to have been up for sometime.
Sadly for her I do not serve breakfast at 4:30AM.
The next twenty minutes crawl by in a sleepy, horrible, tangle of whining, crying, and waking of sisters only ending after a terrible game of musicale beds.
Finally, Bee-Beeping silenced, kids settled, I find my way back to my own bed.
I poke John.
He lifts up his arm to make a space and I scoot back under the covers with the sudden, suspicious anger that he was feigning sleep earlier.
But John is warm and his arm is heavy over my chest. I snuggle in, sigh and barely have time to mentally forgive him before I drop headlong into sleep.
And that is an unfortunately true story of my wee hours of the morning this week. Clearly my brain has absolutely no idea how to function at that time. Grabbing my camera as I walked through the house was a minor miracle! I am again linking up with Northwest Frame of Mind and her 1 Day 1 World project. Check out who else was up between Four and Five this week.
Twenty Pounds of Asparagus
I’ve heard it said that you have to try something at least ten times before you can truly decide if you like it. Therefore, as parents, we should just continue to offer new foods to our kids and eventually, after trying it enough, they may like it.
I’m not buying it.
In my experience, kids predetermine if they like things based on color, texture, smell and what their siblings say. It doesn’t matter how many times they try it, if it’s green, or slimy or the older sister says it’s gross, nobody likes it. Case in point, asparagus.
John is a huge asparagus fan. So much so that when road construction started on his asparagus guy’s road, making it inconvenient to drive by and see if he had any available, John stopped in and got his phone number. Now we can call ahead for all our asparagus needs.
John also is the kind of person who will buy much more of something than he was planning on because it’s such a good deal. Marketers must love him. So I was shocked but not surprised when he called me in great excitement to tell me he bought twenty pounds of asparagus.
Yes, I said twenty.
It was a good deal.
I had been out of town for the weekend and was happy to see that by the time I returned home we were merely left with about ten pounds. That giant bag only took up one shelf of the spare fridge.
In the last week, we’ve had grilled asparagus, and broiled asparagus, and asparagus pasta skillets, and asparagus pizza and asparagus soup. If cooking was happening the asparagus was in it.
Now, when it comes to the kid eating it, even my pathetic math can figure that with twenty pounds of asparagus, the kids would have to try a bit once every two pounds that crossed the table to make it to the mythical “ten tries”. And that’s assuming that they had never tried it before, which of course they have because John has the asparagus guy’s name and number taped to the fridge. Every meal the kids would dutifully try it, reject it, and painstakingly pick it out of the rest of their food. Every day I found myself feeding piles of asparagus shinnbles to my chickens.
Ten tries, my assparagus!
My chickens should work on upping egg production this week. After all John could use a little thank you for the five pounds of nice fresh asparagus he bought them!
Check It Off The List
Date Night In
Two months ago I shared how we have date night at home.
This weekend we deviated from our normal dinner date night and instead our night consisted of a short Les Mills Body Combat workout followed by roasting marshmallows and chatting by the wood stove.

Did you know that if kids aren’t “helping” you can make roasted marshmallows without charcoal stuck to them? Or ashes? Or dirt? You can just cook them into a golden gooey perfection.
Amazing.
How about you, have you had a date night in?
This Moment – Recovering
How To Have A Date With Three Young Kids
After Jane was born John and I struggled trying to figure out how to get out and do things together sans children, we had this vague memory of things called “dates” and we wanted one. Then we realized that really all we want to do is eat dinner together, talk and possibly watch a movie and that we can do all of that at home, so we started date night. It has been one of the best decisions we’ve ever made.
Here is how we manage having an adults only date night with three young kids, minimal expenses and no baby sitter.
Step 1: Pick a Day
Pick a day. We picked Friday. Our rule is that we have a date on Friday if we don’t have other plans, but we don’t turn down other plans because of our date night. This has had us having at least two a month if not more. Just about perfect for us.
Step 2: Make a Plan
John and I like to cook so our date night revolves around cooking and eating with an occasional movie or game of Bannanagrams afterwards. But this is your date night, plan whatever you like! You don’t have to make a plan in advance but I can tell you from experience it’s more enjoyable if nobody has to go the grocery store at nine at night.
Step 3: Put ALL the kids to bed
Now is where I can hear the whining and the excuses about how late this is going to get. But I feel I can guarantee you a few things.
1)If you have young kids you haven’t got any sleep in the last few years anyway. You are already perfectly capable of going on less than optimal sleep, don’t pretend you aren’t, I know you are.
2) No matter who you are, you’ve stayed up too late for less fun or worse reasons than having a date with your spouse.
So, suck it up, have Diet Coke/coffee/whatever, and get all the munchkins sleeping!
Step 4: Get ready
Sometimes getting ready is putting on sweats for a comfy night of movie watching but it’s way more fun to get ready as if you were actually going out on a date. You know, shower, shave, make-up, clothes without unidentifiable splotches on them. This will seem silly, all the way up until your spouse gives you an “approving” look, then it will be worth it, trust me!
Step 5: Don’t do ANYTHING else!
It’s the hardest part. Try to forget you are at home, which if it’s anything like mine needs someone to work on 7,000 small and large projects at any given moment, and don’t do any of them. You are on a date. This is not dinner and quick change a load of laundry. This is not dinner and pick up the house. This is not dinner and checking e-mail. This is not dinner and texting. This is not even working on a fun project together. This is a date. Please feel free to redirect your spouse if they get side tracked. Give them a drink to hold, distract them with a kiss, whap them over the head with a newspaper, whatever it takes. My favorite strategy is to eat by candle light, it cuts down on the amount of mess you can see making it much easier to ignore!
Step 6 Enjoy your date!
I know that there have been Fridays nights where one or the other of us was crabby or unenthusiastic about getting things rolling at the beginning of the night and yes there are times where crying babies have to be put back to sleep or kids come down looking for the bathroom, and instead of busboys we do have a kitchen full of dishes waiting for us in the morning. But I also know that neither of us have ever regretted anything other than the consumption of too many adult beverages with our adult dinner come Saturday morning!
And Then There Were Three
Ever the crafty woman my aunt happened to have two half grown kitties in need of a new home at our family’s Christmas gathering this year.
Did I ever tell you that John loves cats?
John loves cats.
I know that John loves cats because on the four hour plus car ride home with the two of us, the two dogs, the three overtired, over-sugared girls and the two new cats – he smiled.
A man that can put a purring kitten on his lap and drive in a car full of the likes of that and still smile – loves cats.
I know that John loves cats because as we slowly introduce them to Fiona (our current cat) and the dogs, the new kitties have been living in our bedroom. We heat our house with wood. The wood-stove is not the bedroom. The door between the bedroom and the wood-stove is closed. The temperature outside is what the forecasters call “bitterly cold.” My husband who hates to be cold is still smiling.
John loves cats.








