Caddy

Approximately a month ago we noticed a stray rabbit in our yard. It is a beautiful Rex rabbit. The rabbits we have are Netherland Dwarfs, so we knew this one wasn't ours. Anyway, Jensen started setting food out for it because he was worried it wouldn't be able to find food in the snow. Now that the snow has melted,"Caddy",as we have named it because it looks like the Cadbury Egg Bunny, still visits our yard on a daily basis. Since Easter is just around the corner and Spring is here I enjoy watching for her every day.

Scooby Snacks

Carson and Jensen love to watch Scooby Doo. Since Walmart has Scooby Doo movies for $5.00, my sons find it necessary to purchase these movies (with their own money) and watch them over and over and over and over etc. Carson, in particular, thinks the fruit snacks we purchased in bulk at Costco are Scooby snacks and we pretty much can get him to do about anything for a Scooby snack. These snacks come in handy when you would like him to clean his room and practice his ABC's. But lately he has become addicted to these. On Saturday he came running in the house after playing outside and said, "Mom, I need a Scooby snack!" Today, I asked him what he wanted for breakfast. He of course said, "Scooby snacks".

I told him he could have a Scooby snack after he ate his cereal. But now I think the roles have reversed he is bribing me. Kids are to smart these days.

The Three Strikes of Exercise

The good news is that I made it into the Utah Grand Slam! I was so thrilled the day I found out I was ready to blog about it right away. But I decided to wait a month or so, so I wouldn't sound so excited. Since I will be running 5 marathons this year, I decided to focus on strength rather than speed.

So, I decided to "pump some iron" three times a week in addition to my running routine. About two weeks into it, I felt exhausted and sore. Strike one: Cherilee and the weight bench don't work to well together.

So, I finally after reading an article in self magazine decided to try pilates. Strengthening my core shouldn't be to hard I thought, plus all I needed were weights and a mat of which I had both. I read up on the exercises and decided to try and learn a new one every night. All was going great I thought even my youngest son enjoyed doing push ups and sit ups with me. He was even more motivated than I was. (He would pull out the mat and say, "Mom you need to exercise") Strike two: Your kids telling you that you need to exercise shoots every thought that you might be toning some flab that your kids worked so hard on putting on your body for nine months.

Last night I had this brilliant idea to get my pilates done before the kids came in the bedroom to find me. I had already made dinner so I thought I was safe. Strike three: I forgot that I also share the bedroom with my husband who after a late dinner came straggling into the bedroom to collapse. When he opened the door he screamed, "Aghh, what are you trying to do"! Pilates I said. He said, "You know honey when the weather warms up it will be nice to exercise outside again!

Strike one: When exercising actually does more damage than good.

Strike two: Somebody telling you that you need to exercise.

Strike three: A reinforced strike two with a bang to do something else.

Well, even though I have gotten three strikes I feel great. I am going to continue with pilates in hopes that I will gain some strength for my dampened spirit even though it may not doing anything for my running.