Remember me?

Well, this feels strangely familiar. I'm a bit rusty, that's for sure. This past week some of my running pals were discussing their running blogs. It got me thinking about my blog and how much I loved writing and sharing pictures. I decided to go reading old blog posts. Which is to say I spent hours crying at how teeny tiny and precious my babies were. My last blog post was five years ago. I can list every excuse out there...mom life, busy life, Facebook, Instagram, laziness, running, blah blah. The truth is there's lots of reasons I drifted away from the blog. I've decided that even though there is a large gaping hole of five years, my kiddos are no less precious today. The years are going faster than I ever thought possible. So here I am. I'm back. If nobody reads this, that's okay. This blog has always been about my kiddos and it's FOR them to someday read. I'm still computer-challenged, but here goes. I'm going to give this a go one more time. For old time's sake...

Splash of Color

A few months ago a group of us ladies decided to do a local color run. These races are popping up all over the place and are super fun. Since it sounded messy and silly, I decided to sign Nolan up, too. And so did all the other mom's. It was the perfect race to bring kids as it wasn't a timed race and even though it was listed a 5k (3.1 miles), it was actually a little over 2. The idea with a color run is that every quarter mile or so, you get splashed with color. The color is a powder of cornstarch and who knows what else, but apparently it's safe. We had the BEST time and we were very colorful!!

 

Here's a few of the kiddos before the race:

 

 

Nolan and I before the race. I have to commend Nolan, who was able to run almost the entire race...very proud of my little guy for such an awesome first race!

After the race:

 

Nolan's best pal Ashlyn. They couldn't stop laughing at how messy they were:

 

After the race is finished, you get to pick up a packet of powder. Then everyone groups together and when the annoucer says go, everyone throws their packets of powder in the air...this is where we got the most colorful.

Camping Party

When Nolan turned four, his brothers were six months old. And we had a camping party. Driven by guilt at how much time went into the twins, I poured my heart into Nolan's 4th birthday party, which was a camping theme. He's been telling the twins about this party for awhile and when the subject of their birthday came up, they both kept asking us for a "tent" party. It's so rare that these two agree, we obliged. Brian really did the brunt of planning and toting all the stuff to the park. Every single year the twins birthday party (or celebration) has landed on a rainy day. So I was pretty nervous when we booked the park for their party. But the spell was broken and we had a gorgeous day!!

This is one of Brian's hand-made signs:

Joseph and Daniel in front of one of the tents. The shirts I made for them were a little big:

 Catching some fish in the "pond."

 Nothing like letting a bunch of kids loose by an open fire. Kidding, we monitored it closely for s'more making. I'll be lucky if we have friends after this, however, because all the kids ate multiple s'mores...followed by cake!

 Dirt Cake in a truck.

 

 We sang to Joseph:

Then we sang to Daniel:

 

Joseph loved the dirt cake:

 

Danny took one bite and said, "I not like this." It makes sense since he isn't a fan of oreo's.

 

A family pic. I made us all matching shirts, but mine was in pink. Yes, I'm a dork that way, but the boys are young enough to still let me do it and Brian tolerates it because he's the best!!