8 Months and More

Wow--I have been a terrible blogger lately. I guess summer decided to stick around and finding time to sit inside and blog wasn't much of a priority. I'm not sure if anyone still reads this, especially with my inconsistent posting, but I feel like I have finally been inspired to get some updating done.

I feel like we have been really busy doing nothing but it sure has made me tired! Our one vacation this summer was thanks to our awesome friends who invited us up to their cabin. I don't know if they realize how much we needed this little break, and how much we love and appreciate them. They are SO good to us and one of the many reasons I thank my Heavenly Father daily for the support system we have around us. The older I get, the less daring I become and the more fearful I am of trying new things. Since our pals have an amazing boat, I knew I was going to get roped into trying to wakeboard. I was really nervous about this, but after some prodding I decided I had to give it a try. I'm sure I looked amazing the first few times, but I felt like I got the hang of it and I am now officially hooked. I love it! Even the freezing cold water couldn't deter me. Paige loved the boat, and loved Danyele letting her suck on Swedish Fish. Mark was nervous about getting on the wakeboard as well--it was the first real test his knee has had since the ACL/cancer deal. He took it easy, but I think he loved getting out there too.

Being big, standing up, and loving the boat ride.

Kicking it back with Dad.

Using a high level of concentration trying to figure out how to get in and out of the wake without crashing.

Paige turned 8 months and has really changed in just a short time. She eats a lot more solid foods and has mastered rolling to the point of near mobility. She rolls everywhere! In the past two weeks she has started to get on her hands and knees, but can only move backwards. I can see the frustration in her face because she thinks is moving forward until she figures out the toy she wanted is further away. It is fun to see her figure things out. She moved up from the Bumbo to her own high chair and loves it. She loves to feed herself Gerber puffs and such off the tray--that was a  learning feat in and of itself. She now has the little pinchers mastered. Paige loves a good book and its the only time I can get her to sit still and snuggle with me. She has a mean streak of independence at the right ole age of 8 months. I'm taking the liberty of blaming her birth mother for that strong independence gene!;)

Mark's company rented out the new Rexburg Rapids for and evening and it was the perfect time to take Paige for her first swim. She loved it! Honestly--the girl has no fear. I have yet to see her get anxious about any new adventure. She shows stranger danger now and then, but for the most part will let just about anyone hold her.

With her new found mobility, she is always sleeping in a crazy position. I particularly love the foot.

The cutest face ever.

First time in the pool.

Splashing the feet and back floating.

Braving the slide. Mark was pretty scared.

Wondering what to think about the whole deal.

Had to prove I was there, and yes I've experimented with brown hair again.

Loving Grandpa and the fact he will share his Popsicle's. Seriously those cheeks!

Just because a Steiner summer wouldn't be the same without some sort of tragedy--we got a call two weeks ago that our favorite horse Chula was dead out in the pasture. The verdict is still out as to what happened to our 4 year old horse. We think it was a heart attack or perhaps lightening. He had been to the vet 4 days previous and had gotten a clean bill of health. It was quite the shock and we miss him. Mark had spent a lot of time on him with the trainer this winter and they both had learned a lot. We had high hopes for him. It is hard to lose a horse, especially when you have worked hard to build a trusting relationship. Chula had the perfect personality and size to be the perfect horse for Paige. We hoped the would grow up together. Earlier this summer we sold our other horse Sonny, so for right now our barn is empty. For the first time in our married lives, we don't own a horse. It feels a little empty and our hearts hurt a bit.

These were taken earlier this summer. I rode twice this summer, for like 30 minutes. I miss it and it looks like I will be missing it for awhile.

I have no pictures, except for some awesome ones of me basically eating on Facebook, but I was able to finish the Grand Teton Relay. It was a pretty fun race. They have a few things to iron out, and I feel very lucky our team didn't come across a bear--a few other teams weren't so lucky. I ran good times for me on each of my legs for which I was grateful after a lack luster training schedule. I had a van full of the most amazing ladies. It was hard to leave Paige for the first time, but it was great being around some of my favorite people. I appreciated the laughs and the support of good friends. Overall it was a great experience, even though the night and day after were probably some of the most painful I have ever experienced after 6 miles down the Jackson Pass. I'm grateful I didn't have to run up it, but it seriously tore my muscles up coming down! Thanks Hali for the invit, I had a fabulous time.

Last but definitely not least, you will notice the new button I just had to grab for my side bar. I stumbled across this blog via the Sullengers, and it pulled at my heart strings. I can't help but think of this family everyday and I check their blog daily. They are an incredible family! Mercedi is one amazing woman and is fast becoming one of my heroes and I don't even know her. I wish I did! I am grateful she is willing to share their story with the rest of us. I wish I could do more, but I think they could use all the prayers they could get. There is also a place on their page to donate and help them out. I can't imagine a more deserving cause. This blog reminds me how fragile life is, how fast it can change, how important family is, and that miracles never cease.

7 Months

Paige is seriously the cutest--(even though currently she is refusing to take a nap despite the fact she can hardly keep her eyes open, at least she is making cute sounds). One year ago I was a nervous wreck, we were headed to Utah in the morning to meet our prospective birthmother for the first time, at the agency. I had never done anything like this, and though we had hit it off through our emails, I was still really nervous about meeting her in person. I wanted her to like us so badly! I had put together a package that I was hoping she would like. I wondered what to wear. I wondered what to say, what to ask. Ahhh! Incredibly, as soon as we were finally face to face, it felt like we had known each other for years. We immediately hugged, and for me--that was it! I was immediately hooked. I love our sweet angel birthmother and I love thinking back on our time together. Here we are a year later, I love her more than ever, and I love this sweet adorable miracle I get to squeeze everyday.

The day before her 7 month mark, Paige decided it was time to roll over. Since then, she is now a pro, except she can't roll from her tummy to her back quite yet. She is close, but she mostly just gets stuck and asks for a little help. She actually is trying to crawl, but can't figure out the logistics and it appears mobility will be a ways off still. Paige sits up like a champ these days and loves to think she is big. She has recently started to eat some finger foods and LOVES them. She doesn't quite know that she can feed herself yet. She would rather hold them in her hands and open her mouth for me to put something in it. The first try, she was able to feed herself, I think she realized it was just easier if I did it and has refused since. I do however love watching someone chew with two bottom teeth. It is quite the feat. I don't think I could do it personally.

Paige went to her first parade on the 4th of July, which she hated, but did much better at the Pioneer Day parade. She actually sat peacefully through the whole thing and made adorable growls at things she liked. Last Sunday, she went on her first 4-wheeler ride which she loved. I think she likes the wind blowing through her hair. Her hair is still a mess, but a hot mess so I can't bring myself to cut it. She is something else and Mark and I just love having her in our lives!

As for Mark and I, when we aren't busy being parents, Mark finds work and I play soccer once a week. I am supposed to be doing the Grand Teton Relay in August and have had a rigorous training schedule of not running. I do a little here and there, but definitely not enough. I am taking the optimistic approach with the power of positive thinking to somehow help me to finish. If anyone wants to run for me, I would love to let them;) Mark seriously comes home from work and then finds some sort of work to do. Mostly stuff for the horses which he loves so I suppose it is fun for him. We are trying to sell our house in hopes of having livestock at our house so we might actually enjoy them as a family. Darn market isn't super conducive to selling, but since I adore this house, I hope someone else might as well. Mark's health continues to be amazing and cancer sure seems like a thing of the past, except for an occasional check-up and a few gut wrenching nightmares that freak Mark out once in awhile. Overall, we are loving summer, being outside, working in the yard, and being together. Here are a few pictures of the last little while:

Having a good time with Grandpa at the parade.

Love this face--and that she always has her arms spread eagle.

Seeing the pattern? Grandpa, spread eagle, the usual.

This is a super cool trick Grandpa taught her. She is just too cute.

Love her!

At the parade, we look amazing I know.

6 Months

Yes--Paige is 7 months, I will get there eventually. But, for the sake of journaling, I can't just leap ahead. Here is Paige's 6 month update:

Weight: 13 lbs 3 oz 10th percentile
Height: 25 in 25th percentile
Head: 16 in
Chest: 15 in

Paige is such a sweet little bug! She is eating all sorts of foods now,  but her favorite seems to be squash--except the strawberry yogurt fruit dip from Chiz's and cream cheese frosting Grandpa snuck her were also a hit. She actually eats really well and even downs green beans. Sadly, she is a healthier eater than I am! She sleeps super good at night,  but naptime has been somewhat difficult the last few weeks. Feel free to offer suggestions! Paige is an observer. She LOVES to people watch. She is very even tempered and content. The only time I see her upset is when she is tired. Unreasonable Paige then makes an appearance, but who can blame her! I'm all sorts of grumpy when I am tired too. Paige loves her feet and thinks they are an extra set of hands. Grandma set out an awesome firetruck for her at the doctor, and Paige's first instinct was to grab it with her toes and raise the ladder up with her feet. Talented, but slightly alarming. Her favorite sound to make is a subtle growl. I am not quite sure where that came from (Mark) or where the crinkle face snort smile maneuver (Mark) comes from. The girl loves her daddy, which still seems rather unfair. I work hard at trying to get her to say "mamamamama" but I can promise her first word will probably be "Roxy," "No," or "dadda". Paige loves to watch Roxy and if she is upset, Roxy can usually snap her out of it. The heavy breathing and growling might have come from Roxy, but it is hard to say since Mark also shares those characteristics;)

Paige is definitely a little girl. She loves flowers and is so gentle with them. She graces them with her fingers and growls in awe. She is pretty soft when she touches the curtains, my hair, or Roxy's ears with her little hands. Her feet are a different story. Her legs have a mind of their own and she loves to throw them about and slams them on the floor or on her mattress. She has only a few toys that catch her interest, and they are all things she can handle gingerly with her fingers. The caterpillar that hangs from her carseat is a favorite and I can hear her talking to him in the backseat while I drive. So cute! Paige officially has two teeth and I think she is working on another. Paige also loves her stroller and will sit in it for hours as long as it is moving. She really has no fear and really doesn't shy away from anything, animals, people, fireworks.....whatever! Paige is such a sweet girl and the love of our life!

This month was also our second year participating in Relay for Life. It was interesting to see how different life can be in a year. Last year, Mark was just a few days post chemotherapy and let's be honest, he looked terrible! This year, he was able to take his survivor lap with his beautiful daughter in perfect health. We live in such an amazing community and it was fun to meet up with our cancer family to celebrate life. We love Relay and are grateful to all those who put so much into it.

Other than that, our summer has been pretty low key. We are enjoying the sunshine that finally decided to stick around. We managed to get some landscaping done and I actually had a blast doing it. The more I work on our house to make it more appealing to buyers, the more I love it myself! It is a great house and I would love to build a very similar one someday--perhaps in a very warm place.

Happy girl with pants that are still too big. They pretty much are up to her armpits in this picture. If you look close, you can see her teeth there on the bottom.

Cute little face!

All together at Relay for Life

Walking with her dad on the survivor lap.

A back view of her special hairdo. Blonde and long in front, bald and dark in the back. It is her shadow box/mullet look.

"I Can Do Hard Things"

I have had the blues lately--and it's been frustrating because I know I shouldn't have them. I am SO blessed and have SO many joys in my life, so why get down? I don't know if the "lovely" weather has been the culprit, or perhaps the many things that Mark seems to be up to while my days seem mundane. There have been moments where I have wanted to throw a bit of a pity party for myself, but Paige will have none of it. She is pretty good at bringing a smile to my face, even briefly to remind me of my blessings. This past week, I have tried harder to be of service to others. I have to say--it really did help! I still had some lows, but I also was able to see things clearly and I learned a little bit.

For no good reason, I am an avid "16 and Pregnant" and "Teen Mom" watcher. For the most part, these shows grate the insides of my very soul. I have violent tendencies towards the TV and the people in these stories. I want to seriously shake sense right into them! Most of the time, adoption is hardly mentioned in these episodes, and except for a slim few, it is never the chosen path. The past two weeks, 15 year olds have chosen to parent their children, convincing themselves that they can do it, their boyfriends are amazing, and you don't "give away blood." Last episode, the boyfriend's mother gave a fabulous sermon about not abandoning family--then telling her 15 year old that he needed to come right home after school because he was spending too much time away from home to be with his pregnant girlfriend. When the baby came, teen mom was frustrated that teen dad didn't support them financially, got to stay in high school, and he didn't want to help take care of the baby (umm he is 15, can't drive, can't work, and did I mention he is 15?). She cried and screamed about it not being fair that she had to sacrifice so much and take care of the baby while he lived a normal life. There are seriously so many maddening moments, but what resonated with me was her continual pleas about life not being fair.

Therein lies my lesson. I find it is easy for me to say life isn't fair, sadly, I am blessed and I have probably wound up on the fair side more than the unfair side. This isn't a new lesson, but I guess this week a light shone on it in a new way. Life is hard. It just is. Bad things happen every single day. Crime, disasters, economic instability, failed relationships, health problems, infertility, and the list goes on. As the search begins for a presidential candidate, people are looking for a superhero who is somehow going to make life fair and make it easier for all of us--take away all the hard, uncertain trials we face. That is a whole different type of post, but what I am trying to get at is that maybe we should all just accept the fact that life is hard--and find it as another challenge to the human spirit and rise above it. How many other things in our life do we choose to do voluntarily precisely because it IS hard? No one ever climbs a mountain because it's easy, or run a long distance race because it's a cinch. No one plays sports because they are simple and we all can do them the best. They are fun because they are challenging, they push us! We all watch professional and collegiate sports because we aren't good enough to be there ourselves, that's the point! Exercising, eating right, having amazing skin, hair etc, all those things are hard, take time, and consistency. When we see the model on the cover of the magazine we are in awe of her amazing body--well she does hard things! Every time I see a magazine cover of a beautiful celebrity, I think "Wow, I wish I looked like her," but not really, because I pretty much like to eat frosting out of the container and she eats fish. She has to eat fish. The day she doesn't, some camera will capture her looking bloated, swimming the ocean. Can you imagine the daily pressure they have just to look good? Enormous and sad, consider what a shallow pressure that is. How much time do they waste just to look good? That is their job--what a sad job! And any imperfections they do have are airbrushed away, a luxury many of us don't have.  Really, ANYTHING worth doing is hard. The gospel is hard, cultivating a talent is hard, thinking of others more than ourselves is hard. At what point did we decide it should have all been easy and since it isn't, we are just going to gripe about it being hard? I look at Paige cutting teeth, and guess what..it is hard for her! Even something as natural and as good as cutting teeth is hard, but I bet someday she is glad she has them. Would we really want everything to be easy? Where's the growth?

I guess the moral of this very long post is just for me. I needed to remind myself that all things worth doing and having are only obtained by enduring hard things, physically, spiritually, and emotionally. Instead of getting down about it, the sooner I accept it, the sooner I can change my attitude and work towards overcoming them and being a better person. Stop deluding myself into thinking that whatever it is I am looking for will come easily--whether it is my marriage, being a good mom, being healthy, growing my testimony. All these things will be hard, but they will be worth it.

5 Months

I suppose since Paige is almost six months, I better get a five month post in here. Paige is my cute, tiny lil bug.She still sports 0-3 month clothing, especially pants. I have been able to break her into some 3-6 month shirts and jammies, but the pants are waayyy to big, even leggings. Paige will smile and laugh but she is mostly just content. Never super smiley and crazy, but never super upset either. There are exceptions, but overall she is mild and easy going--content to observe. She breaks into a smile whenever she wakes up, sees her daddy, and she loves Roxy. Roxy apparently is the clown of the house. Paige eats rice cereal like a champ at 5 months, started oatmeal a few weeks later. I tried introducing peas and green beans, but she adamently refuses anything green. I can't say I blame her there--I am not known as an excellent vegetable eater either.

Paige shows interest in rolling over and can get on her side, but she can't quite make it all the way over. It is always back to front when she tries. She finally enjoys tummy time, but screams when she is ready to be done. She recently has been able to sit a bit on her own. She now wants mom to sit her upright and keep her there rather than laying on the ground with her toys. It allows mom no time to get things done since she must keep one leg behind Paige to balance her. Paige loves the jogging stroller and recently took down a 5.5 mile run. Afterwards she was exhausted and took a 3 hr nap; that stroller riding is hard work. My perfectly healthy baby has her first snotty nose, courtesy of me. Drats! Hopefully it doesn't get too bad. She is also teething which hasn't been too fun for either of us.

Her special friend Mandi recently showed her a few new ways to deal with her comb over, we will have to take a picture. Paige has an awesome bald spot in back, super long hair on top, and white fluffy down coming in all over. It is quite the style. She likes to read books but has the attention span of a 5 month old.

Yes--she is sad, but I love the lip she sticks out when she gets upset.

First time sitting on her own.

First time on the horse. She is a natural and will be a better cowgirl than I ever could be.

Insignificant Findings

As I was looking over my blog the other day, I was noticing my formatting or lack there of. I am not a fan of indenting my paragraphs apparently. I figure it is a gift I even separate them out anymore. I will get writing and notice I have one big paragraph....a big no-no! I go back and enter spaces. But, it reminded me of an assignment I did in third grade--which reminded me of many such assignments I had in elementary school that caused much grief and were graded with no mercy. Most of these lessons seemingly had no purpose, some I can find a slight purpose. Mostly I have found that despite the crazy amounts of importance my teachers placed on them, I have little use for them. I am not saying it wasn't good I learned these things, but being the ever perfectionist, I struggled with these assignments and the poor marks received were devastating. I loathed going to school and failing in these areas. Scarred me for life--tears over these lessons, first memories of stress. And where are they now?

1. The amazing letter writing assignment. Write a letter to an aunt. Easy enough? Oh no. Spaces were counted, commas were a must after greetings, space, indent 5 fingers, begin writing (pencil and paper mind you), extend salutations in the first paragraph. Space, indent 5 fingers, write about you. Space, space, indent lots of indents, sincerely (spell that write or minus some points), space, lots more indents, your name. And then to addressing the envelope perfectly and no, it wasn't ok to put the zip code on its own line, it went directly after the state. I was in third grade and really had a whole lot to tell my aunt....

Why it doesn't matter---first, if I wrote to my aunt she would be thrilled with whatever because who just writes to their aunt anymore? Plus, now there is such a thing as email, Facebook, and texting. Sadly, the art of letter writing is just dead.

2. Cursive writing complete with the ruler below making sure my line is perfectly spaced and that the words are perfectly spaced apart. Second grade. Mrs. Westenskow. The meanest teacher ever that all my friends' parents let them switch out of, but I needed the growing experience of having a mean teacher.

Why it doesn't matter--I get the straight line thing, but word spacing? As long as there is a space, does it matter if it has an exact measurement? Does the other person reading my paper have a ruler seeing if all the spaces between the words are a perfect 3.5 millimeters or whatever it was? Not to mention I ditched writing in cursive and left it where it belongs, in the second grade. I suppose it gave me the ability to read my dad's writing, which is in cursive so it wasn't a complete loss.

3. Still second grade....the agenda. I pretty much thought "agenda" was the coolest word. Had never heard it before. Essentially, it was a piece of paper hung on the bulletin board that we could write our second grade concerns on. Then, once a week, we would have a class meeting and discuss the agenda. How I wish I had these meetings recorded. I am sure the issues were pretty serious. So 'n so always gets the big recess ball. So 'n so made fun of so 'n so. Really though, it is one of my good memories of second grade. Gave us a reason to talk about each other, poke at people and find minor problems with everything they did, and then gossip about what was on the agenda and what would happen in the meeting. Can I blame all these terrible habits on second grade?

4. Third grade fractions. Death. Tears. Dad saved me and spent many a night helping me understand them and that 1/3 of a pie is bigger than 1/4 despite 4 is bigger than 3. I am still nervous that in posting that, I am not right. Add mixed numerals to that and I was pretty lost. First "F" in a math assignment.

5. "Time" lesson in 4th grade. If you get paid 1.50 an hour, and you babysit for 3.5 hours, how much do you make. (I say definitely not enough to make babysitting worth it, but apparently that isn't the right answer) Or the dreaded 76 minutes is how many hours and how much would you get paid for that. This was a good, useful lesson, I just repeated this mini math class a few times. The story problems made no sense. I guess I was glad people paid me to babysit first of all, second of all, who says it is 1:07 anyway? Round people!

6. Roman numerals ummmm, good for the Super Bowl?!?

7. Proofs in geometry. This wasn't even elementary school. I seriously hated these and thought I wasn't going to pass 9th grade math. But honestly who cares how we solved the problem and with what theory if the problem gets solved?

Here is a list of random memories that just made me smile:
1. Being jealous of kids that got fluoride treatments in kindergarten in awesome little cups. I was never signed up for those.

2. Lunch tickets. Plastic, business card sized, with cool big black designs that I realize now must have been a barcode and the typical lunch lady that inserted them into a square, green whatever and if it beeped and the light was green, I could get a rib-b-q.

3. Fake crying at recess so my friends could get the recess duty to come over. Didn't bode well for me. She was even cool. If you told her it was your birthday you got a hand stamp. Cruel joke...crueler that I managed to have multiple birthdays in one year for a hand stamp and somehow didn't consider the fact I was lying---for a hand stamp!

4. Winning a Berenstein Bear book in 1st grade, still the only thing I have ever won in a drawing.

5. Losing to Davia King every year on field day, only to lose to Paige Bushnell when I finally beat Davia King. Darn second place.

6. The smell of that white stuff they put on throw up--doesn't make me smile, just memorable.

7. PUMPED when there wasn't enough guys for the 4th grade square dance performance so I was asked to dance a guys part. Sad, I know, but for anyone that knows me, I'm a tomboy, and let's face it, in 4th grade, I just wanted to be a boy.

8. Equally pumped that in 3rd grade I was part of the special group that got to dance disco in the end of the school year production. Jealous I wasn't part of the Von Trap Family, but glad I wasn't one of the million rejects that had to sing in the New York, New York number.

9. Moving to Rexburg where they had middle school so I could brag to all my friends that they would start 5th grade in elementary school, but I would be in middle school. Forgetting really that 5th grade is 5th grade no matter where it is. Unfortunately bragging was premature when I found out that my new 5th grade would incorporate the following
       1. Mrs. Miller
       2. Cubicles so we couldn't see anything but our desks
       3. A gum shrine in Mrs. Allen's class
 On the up side....
      1. Sucker chips from a local candy factory
      2. A rat named Chocolate Chip (not all were fans)
      3. Pogs--'nough said.
      4. My first crush, and might I say long lasting since I crushed on him all through high school.
      5. My first boyfriend who gave me a Goosebumps book for Valentines, who I later dumped so I could  go out with my first crush over the summer, essentially meaning we never spoke or saw each other, only to be dumped right before 6th grade.


Enough memories for now, but I would love to hear yours! Any lessons never to be forgotten? Any fun memories?

4 months

I can't believe my baby is 4 months old! Especially since I thought it would be warm by now, but I think winter wants to stick around. All right, it is a little warmer, but I am SICK of the wind. Paige needs to go outside! She acts like she is melting and in severe pain everytime we step out of the house. This must be fixed, I love being outside. Paige finally tolerates some tummy time, she doesn't love it, but will do it for a minute.

She LOVES this. This was the best 20 bucks ever spent. She rotates which toys are her favorites, but seriously happy sounds come from underneath this contraption.

Yes, I know this isn't a healthy choice, but she was seriously drooling watching the rest of us, so I was curious to see what she would do if she had the chance. Paige was pretty excited about licking the licorice, and she wants her teeth so she can actually eat it next time. She has a sweettooth just like every woman in her life.

Proud of her find.

Wondering if she will get in trouble if she eats it.

Last Sunday we were able to bless Paige. Mark gave a wonderful blessing. The dress is quite slick, and he was pretty relieved she didn't fall during it. Paige was extremely naugthy before and after, church happens to be smack in the middle of naptime, but she calmed down and listened to her daddy's sweet words. After which she screamed.

Playing with her toys before bed is hard work, and she just didn't want to stop. Hilarious to watch her fall asleep while playing!

Don't really know why this posted out of order.....but here is a picture of Paige in her dress. So cute! I loved being able to use this dress twice, for her sealing and her blessing. It was a great find last summer. 18 bucks, originally 70. Grandma Steiner had to alter it, we bought it big thinking she would be older before everything was final, but we were happy to go sooner than we thought.

Mark had business all week and left me as a lone warrior. I can't tell you how anxious I was the week  before thinking of all the time Paige and I would be spending alone. But, things turned out just fine and we had a great time together. Mark has learned that if he goes, online shopping happens. We were glad to have Daddy home for sure! Paige is changing each and every day. Mark said in one week, her hair is blonder, she is heavier, and she has numerous new sounds. I hadn't noticed, until this morning when she started shrieking at herself and thinking it was cool. I guess she has figured out she has a voice.

Besides wishing for warm weather, we haven't been up to too much. I am getting a little stir crazy. Not to mention I feel soooo lazy! I hurt my foot playing soccer two weeks ago, and I am just finally able to wear shoes again. No soccer, no running (not that I do a lot anymore), but no physical activity for two weeks. I am wanting a jogging stroller, but with the lovely weather, it wouldn't get used. I feel icky about myself to be sure. I also noticed some pretty awesome cellulite that moved me to near tears. There are things about getting older I could do without! Anyone out there know a good method to get rid of it? The Mayo clinic said that 80% of all women over 20 get it, so I can't imagine I am alone in this, but I sure wouldn't mind seeing it go away! The 20% that don't get it must all live in Hollywood and I want to throw things at them. I wish there was more to say, but we have been laying pretty low. Mark and I feel so blessed and absolutely love Paige!