I'm Rugged

On Saturday, I completed my first ever Rugged Maniac run.  I had been training for a couple months, and now I'm addicted.  It was SO MUCH FUN.   (And this is coming from somebody who hates running.)

Ready to go!

I just climbed out of knee-deep mud & I'm still smiling.

It was SO HOT that day- I had never been happier to crawl through mud.  (Actually- I don't think I've ever crawled through mud before.)

I had so much adrenaline when it was over, I was telling everyone that I wanted to go start over and do it again.  30 minutes later, I didn't want to walk to the car.

Friends and I are already planning our next events, so if you're in the area join our team!

Full

This past weekend was jam packed with family, food, and fun, and I can't keep myself from dumping iPhone pics all over this blog.


We started the weekend with a visit to my parents' home.  JD was anxious to show off his bike riding skills to his Grandpa Bob.

And I was excited to hit up the local strawberry festival.

The boys had a great time with Grandma, Uncle Anthony, Aunt Amanda, and Uncle Justin.

None of the strawberry shortcake went to waste. 

I left the boys snuggled up in their room at my parents' place and went out for a drink with my BIL, brother, & sis. We got a great table on the deck, there was an awesome, adorable band & we shared a lot of laughs. Can't ask for more!

The next afternoon, my mom and I left for a girls' night in NYC.  We had our list of shows we wanted to see and stood in the tkts line.

We scored tix to Peter and the Starcatcher.  There aren't enough words to describe how brilliant and astonishing Christian Borle's performance was.  The staging, the songs, the ensemble, the writing- it all blew me away.

And although he looked completely drained- he was THE NICEST to the mob at the stage door.  

The next morning we slept in super late (wooooohooooo!) and then headed over the the High Line.

I stuffed this in my face even though I already stuffed myself at breakfast.

We had such a great time, we decided to make it an annual event- at the least.  But I was sooooo ready to get back to my boys and celebrate Father's Day with my dad.

The boys were most excited for the treats we brought home.

However, I don't think they really appreciated how awesome (and expensive) they were.

Happy Father's Day, Dad!  

And finally, my baby, who always referred to himself as "O", started saying his full name.  He's getting too grown up for my liking!

The D Word

I've been quiet lately. Mostly because I don't know what to say. When I look back at my posts from the last six months, I see myself trying really hard to find a reason to be happy. And that makes me sad.


I'm getting divorced. 


Life has been sad and scary and frustrating and confusing and infuriating and lonely and exhausting and dark. 


But there has also been light. I have two boys who give me a reason to get out of bed. Who make me smile and giggle and dance. And I could never have imagined feeling so much love and support from my family and friends (both in real life and online). 


I have also been blown away by the number of stories I have heard of women going through similar situations. There are no words to describe how comforting it is to know that I am not "alone". And then that makes me sad. 


That's why I'm sharing this.  Because I completely understand how vital it is for moms to have community in all kinds of weather. Thank you for sticking by me, and please bear with me as I figure out my new direction.

Our family <3