and the cake!
Love you steve...here is to 6 more years!
the Seare's in Real Life...
I think this was around 17 or 18. I heard some guy talking "ok, we are coming up on a hill, take it nice and easy, no need to do anything fancy here." I was thinking WHO DOES THIS GUY THINK HE IS? I turned around to see that he was the 4:00 pacer. oh. that's who he thinks he is. an elite runner showing people how to run a marathon. duh.
the good news is...he never passed me and most of the time before that I thought he was ahead of me!
a helicopter...there were a few flying by us, and I took a picture because it made me think of Owen. He loves them.
After mile 16 it was pretty much ALL downhill, and I think why this explains why I have been unable to walk faster than my 2 year old for 3 days now. At about mile 23 my feet were killing...I thought for sure there would be blood (turns out no blood just really humungous blisters on the balls of my feet). At mile 24 I caught up to Phil, who I hadn't seen since about mile 20. At mile 25 there were people with soaking wet cold washcloths...GLORIOUS (and I remember that being just as wonderful last time,too).
I was dead by this point and really hoping I wasn't going to vomit. I turned a corner and saw the finish line! It was about a couple tenths of a mile. I was looking carefully for my family (didn't want to miss them AGAIN) and they were RIGHT at the finish line. So they were all there cheering me on and got to see me cross. I was so happy to see them, although last time I started hyperventalating. Luckily that didn't happen. I really wanted to get a picture of the finish line, but I was in no picture taking mood.
I finished at 3:58:08. I started to grab everything in sight...a popsicle, grapes, melons, wash cloths...but where the heck was the water? I found that to be really odd...there were 2 really long lines...one for soda and another for water. I thought that was so strange. I just ran 26.2 miles and now I have to wait in line for water? weird.
No picture of me at the finish line, but I may acquire one later...
Me and my #1 fans. Love my boys!

This is how our 4th of July went...
I got up nice and early to run 9 miles. My family put on a yardsale and undoubtedly had lots of fun laughing, visiting, and eating. Went to a barbeque at The Seare's and Owen consumed ice cream sandwich, wrestled with his daddy, consumed popsicle, and chilled naked for a lot of the evening.
I miss you summer.
**if anything seemed a little off in the last post, you can thank my husband. He thinks he's funny**

We were very saddened by the news that Grandpa "Glenard" had passed away. Grandpa was a young 87 year old. He was golfing right up until he got sick just over 2 months ago. He was retired, but still working as an inspector for homes. Steve loved golfing with his grandpa. He loved spending time with his grandpa. We always joke about the size of the Hanson family (they had 8 children, 7 living, 28 grandchildren, 30 great grandchildren...and that doesn't include any spouses!), but I must say what an amazing experience it has been. It has been really neat to see Cyndee and her siblings step up to take care of their mother and help one another as well. It has been neat to see the family together first for the viewing, then the funeral, and then for a family get together the next day. I think it goes to show what a great person, father, grandfather and so on that Grandpa was. The day after the funeral we all went to Grandma and Grandpa's house to play games and write memories of grandpa. It was actually a really fun time, although such a sad time. Owen loved his great grandpa Hanson. He love laughing with him and making faces with him. We really miss grandpa...Bear Lake and Sunday dinners will never be the same.
Believe it or not, we did go swimming this summer, although, not as much as I would have liked. Owen wasn't really digging the water this year. He was more interested in the snacks on the poolside. We had fun going one day with Jassy and Lauren. These two love eachother. They just look at eachother and laugh for no reason. I am definitely hoping next year is the year Owen will literally want to "dive-in" and swim.
I had meant to take some grand pictures and make a grand post for his 18 month mark, but the rain ruined my plans for glorious pictures at that stage. Oh well, life does go on. Every day is a day where I am humored and fascinated by this little boy. There aren't many words he won't try to say, and the ones he does try to say aren't quite right, but I give him an A for effort! He loves: Balls, pedro, cheese, sand, bath, balls in the bath, choochoos, vroomvrooms, horses, birds, frogs and cows (to name a few). He knows when he hears the garage door open that daddy is home and Steve is always greeted with a big smile and cheers. He is such a loving little boy that will pucker up to give everybody a kiss!