Planes & automobiles

I’ve been remiss these past few months and haven’t yet posted about the 2 great vacations we took this spring. So sorry.

But here I finally am, and I brought pictures.

Just 1 thing I learned during our second vacation before I get into all the details, though. All-driving road trips totally suck. I mean sure, we went to some cool places and did some fun things along the way, but a 5-day trip that is spent primarily in the car is not exactly all the fun it’s cracked up to be. Especially when a good chunk of time is spent navigating detours on super boring, “scenic” back roads in northern Wisconsin and Minnesota.

Now that we have that out of the way…

First up was our trip to Hawaii in April. We were lucky enough to get to spend a full week out there again with my mom and stepdad, and it was glorious. We flew to LA on Good Friday, then flew directly to Maui that Saturday before Easter. We came home overnight the following Saturday into Sunday, and the girls both did great on all the flights.

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Since having kids, my idea of a true vacation has changed dramatically. Nowadays (did i really just say nowadays? geez), I don’t consider anything a real vacation unless it’s adults only. Honestly. I love my kids more than life and more than I ever thought possible before I had them, but when we go on vacation just the 4 of us as a family, it’s really just more like parenting them somewhere besides our house. Anyone agree, or am I the only mean one?

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Obviously family vacations are a wonderful way for the girls to see new places and everything, and we do always have fun, but Ryan and I often find we get home just a little more tired than when we began. That, clearly, is not the definition of a vacation.

Anyway, back to Hawaii. This truly was a vacation. The girls got to spend time with Grandma and Grandpa, Ryan and I actually enjoyed many real vacation days, and we all came back happy, rested, and relaxed. It was beautiful, recharging, and all around amazing. Maui is by far one of my favorite places on Earth.

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i just adore what the humidity did to her hair.

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our beloved tiki bar at the hotel where we spent the maui portion of our honeymoon. such wonderfully fond memories of those 8 years ago, so we have to make a stop each time we’re back.

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could there possibly be a cuter hula girl? i think not.

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the first time those beautiful little toes touched ocean waves. pure happiness.

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IMG_3416our updated balcony family drinking shot. had to add in the new kid.

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Next up was our annual Wisconsin family vacation. Almost annual, I guess, since we forewent this one last summer and did our Great American Road Trip out west instead.

Now this trip originated a few years ago as just a long weekend for me and Ryan. I think the first one we did was the year I was pregnant with Della, which was 2010. It has since evolved into a 5-6 day affair, and we try to visit a different part of the state each time. We have now seen pretty much the whole thing, so we’ll just start repeating our favorites. We usually aim to work as many breweries in as we can along our chosen path of travel, but this year every place we wanted to visit that would have fit our route was closed during the days we’d be passing through that particular area. Of course. Because why not?

Also this year, we discovered one area that is definitely not on the favorites list. Wisconsin state highway 35 north of Hudson, WI, is one of the most annoying stretches of highway we have ever traversed. It’s marked as a scenic highway on the map, so we decided to give it a whirl. Bad idea. Especially since getting to it involved a 1-hour detour on back roads that of course were not on said map.

But let me back up and start from the beginning of that trip. Because parts of it really were fun. It started on a Friday in early June, with Ryan taking a half day from work and all 4 of us heading over to Madison. We ate some great food, spent some nice sunny time at Memorial Terrace, then stayed the night at our good friends’ house in Cottage Grove. The next morning we stopped at the National Mustard Museum in Middleton (actually very fun, surprisingly) before heading up to Eau Claire to spend the weekend at my aunt and uncle’s house.

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stop 1 – vintage, a brewpub on the west side of madison.

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terrace fun. such a different brand of fun now than the countless hours i spent there as a student and recent grad.

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who knew the mustard museum would actually be great?

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nigh-night the green monkey and crayons. road trip staples.

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can’t beat good times with family.

That was as far as we had planned our trip by the time we set off, so the rest was totally play-it-by-ear. We spent Saturday and Sunday nights in Eau Claire and enjoyed a great meal with more of my family at one of my other uncle’s houses over in Hudson, WI, Sunday afternoon. Monday morning we drove all the way to the top of the state and checked out Superior, WI. Ryan wanted to see the ice that was still hanging around on Lake Superior since our “spring” had been so cold, but we missed it by about a week. We spent that night in Duluth, MN, which seems like a really cool city.

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this is so much fuuuuuuun!

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enjoying the shores of icy lake superior.

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by far, their favorite part of the entire trip – hotel bed jumping.

Tuesday we began our trek down the west coast of Wisconsin, because I really wanted to drive the Wisconsin Great River Road. It’s the only national scenic highway in the state, and it runs from Prescott, WI, which is roughly half an hour south of Hudson on the Mississippi River, down to Potosi, WI, which is just north of the IL border, also right on the river. We’d been to Potosi during our second WI vacation, so we knew we liked it there.

That whole section in between Duluth and Potosi was what we were not familiar with, however. Here is where WI highway 35 comes back into play. Leaving Duluth, you can either get on Interstate 35 through the northeastern section of Minnesota, or WI 35, which runs straight south out of Superior, slightly inland from the St. Croix River and the western border of WI. This, then, carries you the entire length of the state down to Potosi, becoming the Wisconsin Great River Road in its southern half.

Ryan intended to get on WI 35 and just take it all the way south, but of course we ended up on I-35 instead and drove directly into Minnesota. Which is not Wisconsin, and we were on a Wisconsin vacation. (yes, i know we stayed in duluth, but from then on, wisconsin was our goal) So, after a few miles, we decided to try to get back to WI 35 and forgo the 70 mph speed limit we had been enjoying. We soon learned the error of our ways.

For as soon as we got off the interstate, we were hit with back country road detour after detour. For about an hour. At one point Ryan claimed he didn’t want to do this trip anymore, and we were just going to head home. Baby. He’s obviously not a road trip veteran.

Guess where we finally hooked back up with WI 35? 5 miles south of Superior! Yes, that’s correct. We spent all that time making one gigantic, slow, utterly miserable circle. So not only did we waste the hourish just trying to get to WI 35, we also wasted about 2-3 more hours of total travel time, since we essentially started our day’s trip over at the very top of the state instead of winding up all the way down in Hudson to start the Great River Road like we would have had we stayed on I-35, cruising along at lovely highway speeds.

So. Now that we were all in a foul mood, that part of the trip was just dandy. There were a bunch of stops we actually wanted to make on the southern half of that road, but since our day ended up really starting so much later than when we actually got in the car, we didn’t have the luxury of enjoying all those stops. Plus we couldn’t exactly just keep the girls in the car all night so we could get to where we wanted to be to start the next day, so we stopped Tuesday night in La Crosse. Not on our original agenda, but whatever.

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one of ryan’s must-stops – red wing, mn, where the world’s largest boot resides. it scared the crap out of lana.

Wednesday was our last day, so we drove south to Potosi, finished the whole Great River Road, turned back east to go to a brewery and a hamburger stand that Ryan had bookmarked as must-stops, then headed to our final destination, and one of my favorite places in the state, New Glarus brewery.

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fun in potosi. i have no idea what they were doing with their eyes. goggles, maybe?

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her first root beer float. she obviously hated it, can’t you tell?

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rau family christmas card 2014.

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this girl does love her ice cream. and what better to do on a 5-day road trip than eat cheeseburgers and ice cream? that’s my kind of trip!

Oh but wait. Nothing can go quite swimmingly for us, so at what time did we arrive at New Glarus? Closing time. That’s about right. So we went home. The end.

But we have now seen pretty much the entire state, and we know that we never have to travel on WI 35 north of Hudson, WI, again. So we did learn something on this trip. Fortunately the girls are excellent car travelers, so we really never had to worry about them at all. 1400 miles in 5 days around Wisconsin is in the books.

To top it all off, 2 days after we got home from that trip, I ran my half marathon (yes, i did have to get my last 2 training runs in during our wisconsin vacation. oh so fun.), I drove the girls down to Peoria for a night, then we went up to my mom’s house for almost a week. More driving, but that trip was wonderful because the whole thing involved seeing and spending time with family. Plus, being at my mom’s house really is a vacation for me, because the girls play with Grandma and Grandpa again, and I actually get to read a magazine or two.

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fun with grandpa in the hammock.

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this is about as good as we can hope for when trying to get these 3 kids to cooperate for a picture. we should have gotten my dad in there to complete the 4 generations. duh!

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take 2…

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what screams summer more than 3 little kids covered in blue ice cream in an inflatable swimming pool? nothing.

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and we just keep trying…

As much fun as was had everywhere, I was very glad knowing that no more travels were on the calendar for a while after I got home from that last leg. Good thing, too, because the car needs new brakes.

 

 

Oh, my legs

This past Saturday I ran my first half marathon. And my last.

I’d been toying with the idea of trying one for a couple years, but I’ve never had the time to dedicate to training for one until now. So a few months ago I signed up and started running.

And running and running and running.

I did almost all of my runs with the girls in the stroller, which I think really helped. It toned my arms, anyway. I didn’t follow any set training program, I just kind of made up my own – 1 long, 1 medium, and 1 short run per week.

People kept asking what my goal time was, and I was like, dudes, I never run this far. I just want to finish the thing. Double digit running isn’t quite my specialty. Or that enjoyable.

I finally got a secret goal time in my head of 1:57, because that was right about 9-minute-mile pace, something I never thought would be possible for me for 13.1 miles. I did my long runs with the full stroller at around a 10-minute-mile pace, so 9 minute miles sounded way faster than what I could do. But that was the number that kept popping into my head anyway.

So Saturday morning I got up with the birds, filled up my Camelbak, put my headphones on, lined up in Corral J, and took off with the herd. The first 8ish miles felt pretty good, and I could honestly tell that I was pushing myself harder than normal.

Then we went down a huge hill and started heading toward the finish area, which I thought would be a good thing, but miles 9 and 10 were miserable. I truly felt that I wasn’t going to make it to the end, then that made me mad because I thought oh great, I wasted all that time training for this and now I’m not even going to finish without walking.

But I never walked, and miles 11 to the end actually felt much better. I just started making myself go as fast as I could, because I knew I’d never be doing this again. I literally had the phrase “I never have to do this again!” running through my head, forcing me to sprint to the end.

So, how did my final time compare to that goal time that I thought was completely unattainable?

1:57:12

Boom.

Nailed it.

And now I never have to run that far ever again. Whew.

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my training partners extraordinaire. we’ll keep running together for sure, just not for hours at a time, thankfully.

 

 

Where did she come from?

Little Miss Lana Marie has pretty much been a mystery since birth. As a newborn, we constantly tried to figure out the magic trick to make her stop screaming. Now as a toddler, well, I guess we still constantly try to figure out the magic trick to make her stop screaming.

Aw, I jest.

Kind of.

She does scream a lot.

Good thing she’s so dang cute.

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But one major mystery that has always surrounded this little beauty is who she looks like. She and Della look nothing alike and never really have (except when Lana was a baby, they looked identical when they were asleep). From the moment she was born, everyone has said Della looks exactly like Ryan, but I don’t think Lana looks anything like me. So from which tree did this apple fall?

Here are some pictures from our childhoods. Maybe you can help us decide.

First off, here is Della with comparison pictures of Ryan. I guess I can see the resemblance, although I’ve never thought oh, she looks exactly like him, as everyone claims.

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lil’ miss D at 3 years, 9 months

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I’m not sure how old Ryan was in any of those, but I’m guessing the first couple were maybe a little younger than Della is now, with the Santa one being a little older than she is now.

Now let’s work on Lana. I’ll start with a picture of Ryan as a baby (age unknown, but obviously younger than Lana is now), then move on to those from my family. See what you think.

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my dad as a boy, probably somewhere between 12-18 months. so roughly lana’s age now.

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me at 16 months

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me at 18 months. i either had my hair pulled back in the previous picture, or else it had one helluva growth spurt in 2 months’ time.

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me at probably 19ish months. i was obviously having loads of fun here. sweet “Busch” shirt, uncle nate.

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my middle sister at approximately 18 months, so i would’ve been just shy of 3.5 years. a little younger than della is now.

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my youngest sister at approximately 18 months

So the million dollar question is, where did this kid come from?

 

 

 

Late-night mind wanderings

It never fails. I lie down in bed, often completely exhausted and just waiting for the first of Lana’s mid-night wake-ups, and my mind decides it’s time to think. And think and think and think. And why is it that so often, it always turns to the worst possible scenario of whatever it is about which I’m thinking? Stupid mind.

But there’s always something about the girls in there. To whichever higher power might be listening, I pray for so many things for them.

That they’re watched over every single second of every single day, being protected and kept safe from harm.

That nothing bad ever happens to them.

That they always know how much they are loved, cherished, adored, and wanted.

That they never feel unwanted or know neglect from anyone or for any reason in their entire lives.

That they always find the happiness in life, no matter the situation.

That they always have each other.

Then there are also the more earthly, everyday things.

That they have fun in school and make good friends.

That they’re never bullied.

That they’re never the bully.

That they learn to treat everyone fairly and how they would want to be treated.

That they are never quick to judge and always remember that everyone has their own story, even when they don’t want to hear it. Especially when they don’t want to hear it.

That they learn to recognize right from wrong and choose right, even when wrong seems like the better option at the time.

I pray that I have the strength to help make these things true. These 2 little girls mean the absolute world to me, and I honestly don’t think I could make it if anything ever happened to them. They are my life, and they make life itself so much more enjoyable just by being in it.

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getting ready for a princess tea party. della and her little friend josie about died when the princesses started singing songs from Frozen!

Here’s a perfect example of them making my life fun just by being them. Friday morning we were on a run – thankfully it was a mid-length run at a little over 6 miles instead of the killer 10+ milers we do. And when I say “we were on a run,” I mean I was running while pushing the 2 of them in the jogging stroller. Naturally.

The path on which we run passes under a number of city streets, so there are plenty of places for them to shout out and hear their echos. This particular run only contained 1 echo bridge, so I told Della to get a good one ready since we’d only have 2 shots to make nice big, loud ones.

As we approached the bridge, she said, “I’ve got a really good one in my head.” And when we ran under it she shouted, “Apple!” Of course Lana instantly followed suit, shouting “Apple!” as well. Usually they do little wolf howls, which I love. They did start shouting “No!” a couple times last week, which I didn’t really appreciate, so at least it wasn’t that this time. Although Lana did start saying “no” when I told Della to get her echo ready. She’s stinky, that little one.

On the way back I told them they had 1 more time to make an echo since we were going under the bridge again, and this time Della said, “Ok, I have the best one in my head you’ve ever heard.” I could only imagine what was coming, since the best one before that was “apple.” But when we ran under the bridge on our return leg, she shouted, “I love Mama!”

They are the best.

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my training partners cheering me on in a 5k a few weeks ago that goes right by our house. they worked – i got my best time by almost 2 minutes (23:17) and 3rd in my age group!

 

 

Thirty-five

I turn 35 years old today, and here is how I feel about that:

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(my hair is wet, fresh from a shower, not greasy, i swear)

I am definitely not excited about being halfway through my 30s, and I certainly don’t enjoy saying I’m in my mid-30s. This whole aging thing can suck it. Blech.

However, I do love my life right now, and I’m still carrying that good feeling I had about 2014 this far into the year, so maybe 35 isn’t going to be so bad after all? Or maybe I’m just telling myself that to stave off the depression of getting older?

But either way, Happy Birthday to me!

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For a fun little comparison, here is me at 25. Not the best picture, but the only decent one from my birthday that year. Think I’ve aged well? If not, well then just keep that little gem to yourself…

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18 month stats

Lana turned 18 months old a few weeks ago while we were in Hawaii, but we didn’t have her well check until last week. As the doctor said, it was her last baby appointment (!!). So here are the official stats:

  • Height:  33″ (85%)
  • Weight:  24 lbs. 10 oz. (75%)
  • Head:  don’t know the measurement, but it was 70%

We also found out she has a heart murmur, so she has an appointment with a pediatric cardiologist this week to get that checked out further. Fun, eh? Her pediatrician said they are extremely common and it’s probably nothing at all to worry about, but she’s now heard it since her 12 month checkup so wants to know what exactly is causing it.

She said it’s probably one of two things: either a functioning murmur, where it’s simply an extra sound she hears in there, or a VSD (ventricular septal defect), which is a (hopefully) tiny hole in the wall between the heart’s chambers that is allowing some blood to move between the chambers irregularly and causing that extra sound. If it is a small VSD, they generally close naturally by age 2-3. Of course I hear “something’s wrong with her heart” and instantly want to freak out, but I’m just assuming it’s no cause for alarm until I know certainly otherwise.

But other than that, this kid is getting crazier and more amusing every day. Her big personality just keeps growing right along with her little body, and her vocabulary is now pretty impressive. I’m not going to try to list every word she knows in the interest of saving space, but she can basically get whatever point she’s trying to make across fairly well. Usually with a little screaming involved, but c’est la vie with this one.

Most of her words are very recognizable, and she still signs “more”, “please”, “all done”, and “milk” most of the time as well. Her laugh is infectious, and I love when she and Della play together and Della really gets her on a roll. It usually involves Della making her stuffed green monkey “Nigh-Night” dance or flip or somehow fly through the air. She also tells knock-knock jokes. You’ll have to ask her the one about the orange next time you see her.

She loves to color, read her books, watch Team Umizoomi on our tablets with Della (yes, we’ve caved to the age of technology and allow our toddlers to watch shows via computer. they’re good shows, though, so i don’t mind when they’re actually learning lessons), dance around to music, run around outside, blow bubbles, and just play in general. Many days I’ll put on music and just let the two of them play in the living room when I need to get stuff done, and it’s wonderful.

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She climbs, she runs, she crawls around pretending to be a puppy dog, and we discovered in Hawaii that she can practically swim. The first day I had a couple little inflatable sit-in rafts for her, and by the end of that afternoon she wanted nothing to do with them. She wanted to dive right into the “deep” water with Della. So I got her a pair of inflatable arm floaties, and the rafts were history. She plowed off the shallow steps into the rest of the pool with the confidence of someone who’d been in the water for decades. I was blown away, especially since Della still doesn’t even want to put her face in or jump off the side. Lana floated, knew how to kick her legs and paddle with her arms, flopped off the side into whoever’s arms awaited her, and didn’t even flinch when she inevitably dunked herself under a number of times. It was awesome. I said had there been a diving board, she’d have lined up to fly off that thing, too.

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Her sleep has been iffy lately, but I discovered that an 18 month sleep regression is nothing surprising or cause for worry. It started a few weeks ago, right around the time both the girls got sick before our dreadful flight to Arizona. Lana had started crying at bedtime, and it would take numerous tries to even get her in her crib without a screaming fit. Then she began waking during the night, sometimes a handful of times, when normally this kid sleeps for a solid 12 hours no problem. Fortunately the wakeful nights have started subsiding a little, but they still suck. And with the two of them sharing a room, I can’t just let her cry herself back to sleep, because Della needs to get sleep, too. So fingers crossed that her night-night will all go back to normal soon.

I think that’s about it. She’s definitely a charmer, this one, especially when she makes her goofy little faces at you and wants to give you a nose-rubbing “ug-a-mug-a”. But don’t cross her, or else you’ll have one helluva temper tantrum on your hands. Fortunately Mama doesn’t give in to those. Sorry, my dear, I’m much bigger and smarter than you. A crying, noodle-boned 18 month old isn’t going to outplay me.

Man, do I love this silly little bean!

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I don’t have a comparison photo this time, but here is Della’s 18 month post if you’d like to compare entries.