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When It Snows, It Blizzards

Rather than being cliché, I'm going to be derivative and say, "When it snows, it blizzards," in regards not to weather, but to busy-ness.

The weather, in fact, has been quite glorious, leading to a blizzard of work at the gelato store. With this lovely up-turn in temperature, our humble little ice cream store seems to have made it through its second winter intact. As most businesses fail within their first two years and as we are now entering our busier season of sales, it seems that we at Glacier Ice Cream and Gelato Colorado Springs (the gelato store my hubby and I own together), have officially beat the two-year glitch! All kudos to my hard-working, long-suffering husband who excels even when in new and unknown (and scary!) territory. We loves you, yes we does. (Said in a language my husband speaks, Gollum. I know how to love others the way they wish to be loved.)

The blizzard of ice cream work has been countered by a hurricane of freelance work and work-work for wifey. And the hurricane has been punctuated by the ever-present Gulf-Stream current of a 6-month-old baby.

And now that I've broken every writing rule, from clichés to derivatives to mixed metaphors: I will get to my point: I'm busy and therefore haven't blogged so much. My apologies and my sincerest intention to return...sometime.

For now, let hum-drum walking reports and videos of babies suffice. Thank you, my loving and persevering public.

Week 7 Workouts (Not Spectacular, But Not Nothing, Either)
Sunday - a nice walk in Aurora with the 'rents
Monday - a trek about the zoo with a Hawaiian
Wednesday - a bike ride up and down the Santa Fe trail
Thursday - a stressful walk (full of baby fussing) on the Santa Fe trail
Saturday - a hike up Mt. Cutler with a Canadian

And now for gratuitous cuteness:

Allie sits on her own for the very first time...and a very brief time at that.



Allie goes swimming for the first time...(Well, technically the second time, but she wasn't wearing a swimsuit the first time, which means it was just bathing, not swimming.)



Allie does nothing but sit on the bed looking cute.

Tea Time with Mr. Giraffe

Do you remember the last time Alexandra went to the zoo?


She was very excited to see Mr. Giraffe, but their conversation was quite subdued.

Yesterday, however, Alexandra, with her more advanced cognitive development, was quite lively with Mr. Giraffe. They shared their thoughts on the cultural sensitivity of Kony 2012 and long-term solutions to Tanzanian food security over tea. You should have been there to hear it.

Unbridled Joy

I want to see this world—and the Lord Himself — through the eyes of a child. To laugh with abandon. To sparkle with delight. To simply ooze with the joy of the Lord, unbridled and big and loud. Read the rest here.

Help! My Blog Has Been Hiacked!

...By a baby-obsessed mother who posts nothing but things as banal as videos of her child playing with her feet. Gone are the days of interesting comments about life, the universe, and everything. Or maybe they were never very interesting to begin with. In which case, you're welcome! And I'll proceed without further apologies.

Ahem, I think the baby thinks she is a monkey.



She's going to be so sad when one day she finally realizes her feet will never become as dexterous as her hands.

This weekend, I went to Denver for my sister's birthday. I went to the bathroom at one point, leaving Allie alone with my family for just one minute, and here's what happened.


You just can't leave them for one second!

Week 6 Workouts

Sunday was one of those glorious spring days in Colorado when the sky is deep blue and the sun makes you believe, however briefly, that someday summer will return again. So we took a hike from our home, finding a new path behind our home that wound us up above the city and then deep into the forest down to the Blodgett Peak trails. It was lovely.

Monday that tease, spring, flirted with us once again, so I biked from the Santa Fe trailhead to Compassion, my old commute and the trail we will be doing the marathon on. It was so sublimely beautiful and I only had to get off my bike for two hills. Not too shabby after a year and a half off.

Tuesday I walked around our park. Not a long walk, but a walk nonetheless.

Thursday I met Mike at the store for some pre-walking fuel (pralines and cream gelato), then we took a stroll down the Pikes Peak Greenway...which is not so green right now.


And, lastly, today, I walked to Blodgett Peak, which I feel really deserves the moniker "hike," it's so stinking steep.

Ode to Good Enough

To the frying pan with evidence of yesterday's fried egg lying in the sink

And the pile of tiny pink baby socks and sleepers tainted by unmentionable fluids on the floor

And the stack of bills, unanswered letters, and coupons dusty and forgotten on the desk:

Welcome! You may stay where you are.

For my baby is alive.

My paid job is done.

My belly is full, even if it's only with Honey Nut Chex.

And that is good enough.