My daughter, Gemma, will be 2 in March. March 10th to be exact, and she's still drinking from a flippin' bottle. I am aware that it's my fault. I take full responsibility (ok, partial only because I'm not ready to fully admit that I created this bottle-crazed monster).
It began when she first started taking a bottle. Of course this came after multiple days of trying to remove nipple ever so gently and replace it with an awkward, cold, silicone tip instead. Gemma was no fool. Sleep deprived and rather looney, I sought out help from a fellow Trotter whose daughter had also been picky about her drinking companion. I was able to borrow SIX different brand bottles from Helpy McHelperson (well, Clara really I suppose) and this didn't include the other 4 brands I had stacked up at home from baby showers/sprinkles/first born. We tried them all--glass bottles, Dr Browns bottles, $15 bottles, nothing. Advice from friends, family, strangers alike was that eventually she would be hungry enough and would take the bottle. Gemma reinvented the word stubborn that week.
In the end, after several WEEKS of introducing bottle after bottle, what did she end up choosing? Latex nipples (which had actually been included in the insanity pack that we borrowed from Clara, but I had forgotten about them). You know the great thing about latex nipples? They are discontinued. Yes, completely and totally discontinued. What does this mean? It means that the latex-hoarding individuals on amazon could sell them to us needy AF parents for WAY more than their actual monetary value. This 'lucky' couple scored a 3-pack of latex nipples for a measly $33. Be jealous. BOOM. Yep, my daughter preferred $11 nipples that we knew would eventually deteriorate over time--as latex naturally does.
There was even in incident where we traveled out to California, and one of the nipples began to show signs of wear and tare. I didn't realize it would happen as quickly as it did (thinking perhaps Gemma was an alien after all and had strange levels of acidity in her saliva) and so I was an unprepared mother and the only other latex nipples that existed in the world were in ATX. What did this mean? We needed our dear old friends to OVERNIGHT a latex nipple to California. It does not get much more ridiculous than that. Really. I shake my head and laugh as I type this. And this was our SECOND child, people.
Any woo, time went by, latex withered and silicone became our new bestie. Lucky for us, solid foods were being given and fluids were being had in other ways than through a rapido nip. We were able to continuously give her a silicone nipple, and eventually she took to it (phew)!
So now it's present day. We had collected the insanity pack of sippy cups, and I'm reliving the glory days of introducing a bottle all over again. Straws, hard spouts, soft spouts, training cups, etc. Our daughter is SO stubborn that she actually made it 48 hours without taking a single sip from a cup. Back to the bottle (and wet diapers) she went.
So if any of you have some glorious tip as to how to get your stubborn (for lack of a better word) child to do something they really don't want to do, let me know. As for now, it's off to the google machine to search for $33 sippy cup with a latex top---or at least for a kind of cup that's being discontinued.
Happy February everyone! It's Featured Member Friday... that means you get to meet one of our amazing members up close and personal. How do we decide who to feature? With a super un-biased draw out of a hat by the nearest tot.
If you had met this month's featured member a year ago, she would have told you that running a half marathon was impossible for her. Trust me, she told me more than once when I tried to convince her it was a good idea. One year later, however, she has now completed not one, but three half marathons (at break-neck speeds) and will be running the Austin MARATHON in a few weeks!
Susan C, aka Tex-Sass, or Susie Q, is the proud mama of a spunky almost 2-year-old named Evelyn, and a 5-year-old named Bodie who has the sweetest disposition, and better organizational skills than most adults. Her husband, Josh, is a member of the Trotting With Tots Bald Dads club (population climbing rapidly), and an avid runner as well. Unfortunately for him, his running season is shortened each year during hail season, as he does paintless dent repair and works long hours when there are ice showers. However, he makes up for it by being Susan's biggest cheerleader, often finishing races hand in hand with her (if he can catch up).
Before she became a mama, Susan worked for a neurosurgery practice. She grew up in Wimberley, Texas, but settled in the country in South Austin, where they see plenty of wildflowers and wildlife. Since she has conquered her fear of running long distances, maybe she will tackle her fear of snakes, scorpions, and frogs next. Some day, Susan thinks she might like to be a pilates or fitness instructor, working with people to help them be healthier.
For now, Susan spends her days running around with her kiddos in their BOB stroller. Her favorite places to run are Circle C Park, and Zilker, which also happens to be her favorite place in Austin. She would rather run that trail than any other, and holds out hope that she will spot her celebrity crush, Justin Timberlake, there one day (where I'm sure he would appreciate a mob of moms chasing him with their strollers). If she remembers to pack it, she loves to run with her Rogue American headband, and can usually be spotted with her headphones in, since her running playlist is full of songs that are not so kid-friendly (Bodie does know most of the words to "Booty Wurk" by T-Pain). The song she would pick to play on repeat while she racks up the miles is "Lay it All on Me" by Rudimental. Susan also swears by running with gum in her mouth, often switching pieces out mid-race (ask her where she keeps the extras).
Bodie and Evelyn stay busy in the stroller with snacks, milk, and an iPad if times get desperate. The whole family is rewarded with a trip to Pieous or Torchy's Tacos post-run, because chips and queso are the perfect way to top off a sweat session. Since she says running helps with her sanity, she has decided to make it a daily occurrence and has been streak running since early July 2016. The other reason she runs, she says, is to be able to indulge in things like dark chocolate, extra caffeine, and Lisa W.'s cakes. Whatever the reason, it has definitely been a good habit to pick up, and we are glad she has joined us!
When she's not running, Susan spends time taking Pilates and Barre classes at the gym, and gardening. She has quite the green thumb, even saving other people's plants that are in need of help. While at home, Susan tries to keep Bodie away from Sponge Bob, because he is "so gross" and bakes 2-3 strawberry pies for her family every week! Susan is a smiley addition to the group, and if you need someone to encourage you to keep going when you want to quit, make sure to say hi at our next meetup!
New year, new blog commitment! Up first, getting back into the groove of things with a new Member of the Month post!
If you've been out and about on Town Lake's amazing trail lately, you may have spotted this month's featured member sporting the Red Rocket that is the TRIPLE stroller! Portia H. and her trio of tots are frequently found on the trail, since, as Portia put it, "You can do an easy 3, or practically a full half marathon and it's beautiful every step of the way." This may well be her favorite spot in Austin, too, because she loves being in the midst of nature yet still in the middle of a big city.
Averill (4), Clive (2), and Phebe (fresh from the oven in November) stay busy in the stroller with pretzels and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse on YouTube. If their mom had her way, though, they would not be doing the Hot Dog Dance anymore, since Toodles and his endless bag of tricks is a little too nonsensical for her taste. Their favorite place to run and play is the Georgetown playscape because it is close to home and has some crazy fun slides.
Before Phebe was born, Portia was chugging mocha frappucinos after every run, including the Halloween Half Marathon, which she completed at 36 weeks pregnant! She says this most recent race was somewhere around #10 for halves, and she has completed 15 or so 5Ks, but this was her proudest moment.
Cheering her on from the sidelines, and also making sure she does not get injured (her biggest fear), is her Orthopedic Surgeon hubby Trey. He can be spotted accompanying his family on some weekend runs, or hosting beer-brewing bashes for the Trotting with Tots Husbands.
In her pre-kiddo life, Portia lived in Santa Monica, California, and was a Pilates instructor. In her dream world, she would be a professional musician or maybe a music teacher. She plays several instruments, including piano and cello, so this would not be a stretch. If you enjoy orchestral arrangements, you can spot her in concert with the Williamson County Symphony Orchestra, where she plays cello.
Portia binges on music, and also on Chicks and Rabbits candy each spring. She describes these Easter candies as "orange circus peanuts, but in delicious chick, rooster, and rabbit shapes" and has been known to overdose on them every year. As a mom, she says her most embarrassing moment was when, shortly after Clive was born, she was sitting in a restaurant with a friend talking about how she was afraid of leaking. Little did she know that she had already soaked her shirt!
Although music is obviously a big part of Portia's life, she runs without it. She says it took her a while to train herself, but she enjoys that it has made her appreciate her surroundings more. If she did want some tunes to run with, she would choose jazz, especially Dave Brubeck. She started running to control her asthma, and prove to herself that she can do what she once believed was impossible.
Be sure to give her a wave (and maybe a hand up the hills) when you see Portia on the trails at the next Meetup!
It's Featured Member Friday er... Tuesday! Each month, we feature one of our magnificent members so you can get to know our crazy crew. How do we decide who to feature? With a super fair draw out of a hat by the closest toddler in tow.
This month we are focusing on the Blonde-Shell herself, Lyndsey, "Lyns" V! Originally from Florida, Lyns worked in the medical field before staying home with her boisterous baby boy, Beckhem. She and her husband, Shawn, are new(ish) to Austin. So far, her favorite playground is the Play For All Abilities park, and the best running route she has found is Zilker, because of the shade.
When out on the trails with Beckhem, Lyns provides him with an endless supply of food and/or his paci to keep him from trying to break out of the B.O.B. while she jams out to Lapdance by N.E.R.D. You will not see her running without a secure ponytail, clips and bobby pins, since one of her pet peeves when running is having her hair touching her face.
Lyns says that you probably will not see her indulging after a long run. She usually treats herself before her workouts, putting the cart before the horse, or the snack before the sprint. If you catch her doing extra laps around the lake it might be because she snuck some raw cookie dough, or had too many Red Lobster biscuits the day before.
The March of Dimes races have been Lyns' favorites so far. She says they are put on for a good cause, and are always a good time. When she's not raising money doing races, she collects Lenox "Winter Greetings" Christmas dishes. She also loves spending time at the San Gabriel River running, biking, swimming, and playing with her dogs. She daydreams about working with animals at Sea World or Busch Gardens, where she might be able to put her hidden talent of doing a monkey call to good use, and about a world where Mariah Carey does not exist.
Seeing her with Beckhem, you'll know immediately that her fear of not being a great mom is one that she need not worry about. Lyns loves to run because she loves nature, and sweets. Say hi at our next meetup!
A couple of months ago, way too long ago actually (Ehhh hmmmm, Lisa), our Trotting with Tots group had a potluck dinner. One of the recipes that we tried out was called Bacon-Parmesan Spaghetti Squash, and because I wanted to make it for dinner tonight, I thought I would share it with you too! Only I will not be arriving at your house with the dish already made---you will have to make it yourself. wah wah. And who wouldn't want warm Fall food on a SUPER freakishly hot Summer day? Pfffttt.
Bacon-Parmesan Spaghetti Squash
*This is often posted as a side dish, but I find it to be quite filling and very satisfying as a main dish. To each their own...
1 large spaghetti squash (approximately 4.5 lbs)
1 pound bacon
1/4 c butter (8 T.) cut into small pieces
1 c. shredded parmesan cheese
salt and pepper to taste
Preheat over to 375
Line baking sheet with parchment paper
cut squash into 1" rings, width-wise like so:
Remove pulp and seeds from squash and cook (laying flat) for 40-45 min
While squash is baking....
Cut bacon into small pieces and cook in skillet until nice and crispy
remove bacon from pan with slotted spoon (so not to grab excessive grease)
set bacon aside
Remove squash from oven, allow to cool just a bit before handling
Remove strands from each slice using a fork until the squash resembles spaghetti (so fun!)
Place squash in a large bowl and add butter pieces, shredded parmesan cheese and bacon crumbles
Season with salt and pepper as needed
**Please note that this would have been posted yesterday, but the internet went out for a mere 12 hours.... because that happens often**
It has most definitely been one of THOSE weeks.
Monday: Wake up to a broken FitBit (perhaps I shouldn't have gone swimming with it on for over an hour the night before--oops), two rowdy kiddos and a gassy pup (what the hell did she eat?!). Assuming my day would progressively get better, I was still optimistic about my Monday. Met with the group, only about 5 min late (better than our normal commute I'd say), and saw that the Clarksville Splash Pad was functioning this 'fine' morning (side note: on our last visit, Ethan (age: 2.92 years at the time) had managed to get the splash pad going for just long enough to soak him, but the remaining 8 ADULTS couldn't get the thing started again to save our lives. We left that day with one super-soaked Ethan and a group of perplexed parents on the phone with Austin Parks and Rec). As we begin our run to Town Lake, dodging cars across 6th (I survived...barely), and up onto the Hartford Bridge, POP! Who needs an achilles to run? My calf instantly swelled and my ankle looked like a tree trunk. Rad. I hobbled my way back to the (optimism insert: WORKING) splash pad and waited for the rest of the mama tribe to run their 4+ miles through my favorite part of town. Did I mention I love hills? Tarrytown and I get along quite nicely for that reason, but I disagree with the cost of said hills. $800k for 1600 sq ft? I'm good. I'll stick to gawking as I run hobble through the hood rather than pull into a driveway there. Wah wah.
After the splash pad, I ventured home... with my ever-growing calf pushing the clutch in my manual car (why?!). Engine light goes on, optimism is failing. Or 'Fialing' as us Trotters like to say. The rest of the afternoon I tried to lay low, and focus on watching The Bachelorette that evening. Oh wait, it was an OFF week. Buckets.
Tuesday: Wake up excited to run at Robinson (a fav park of mine), and on a new trail!!! But I remember I can't run so depression sinks in. Call docs. No availability for over a week. Show up to walk. It's flooded. Walk old route with two friends, good times. Go home for lunch and call around to more doctor's offices, no one is able to see me for what seems like an eternity. Find a guy who specializes in Manual Therapy and he's free tomorrow (thank you, Tara!). Kids do not nap until WAY after they are suppose to. Wake them after approx 45 min of sleep to take the youngest to her well check where she gets hella shots and then off to TBall with a boy that has no desire to go. Drag them anyway, sweat, argue, leave hungry. Baby blowout in the car on the way home. Carpet shampoo is involved.
Wednesday: Have 20 people over for crafts in the morning, YL oils own me, husband comes home to be with the kids, go to see Kerry Rickelman, aka Master Manual Manipulator. Doesn't like the Cubs. White Sox fan. Reminds me of my Dad (also a Northie and Sox fan--I don't understand), so I like him. Manual Therapy is NO JOKE. Equivalent: Someone dragging brass knuckles across a freshly opened wound. Yep. That enjoyable. Leave after 93 minutes of agony (but who's counting), shake my way home in my stick shift car... again, think about stopping at CarMax on the way, make it through my front door, kids are sleeping... breathe. Naps are over, husband stays home and helps me, Book Club that night. Two glasses of wine. ICE BATH. Satan. Should have had 3.
Thursday: Calf (achilles) is feeling SO MUCH BETTER. Run Brushy Creek with the Eagle. Ahhh... feeling a bit normal again. Play at the park, eat lunch, pick up a minion for a friend, we all nap, play and then... ICE BATH per Doctor McEllin. Fudge nuggets.
Friday: Friend goes into labor, add a kiddo the bunch, insert carseat, pawn off +1 to a friend for jogging (with my stroller #1), drive to splash pad, prep for run.... flat tire in stroller #2. FIAL. Play at the splash pad, daughter is clingy, labor was a false alarm, friend goes home, kids eat lunch, nap time is happening.... I squint. There is light.
And because the kids are napping and I deserve a treat, I am attempting these:
If I don't burn them (because let's face it....), I'll let you know how they are.
Here's to not chipping my tooth! Cheers and bring on the weekend!
UPDATE: They're not too shabby. I added mini dark chocolate chips and cinnamon. I think they could have used more PB2. Overall, 4 stars.
It's Featured Member Friday er... Thursday! Each month, we feature one of our magnificent members so you can get to know our crazy crew. How do we decide who to feature? With a super fair draw out of a hat by the closest toddler in tow.
Ok, so due to some serious slacking, our Member of the Month feature has been more of a Member of Every Other Month feature. I will rectify this, I promise, especially since we have so many magnificent members to talk about!
This month we would like you to meet Ashley F., aka Ash, Ashes, Pee Wee, or Drop it Like It's Hot. Ashley has mastered the mid-run stoop and scoop of lost toys, snack cups, hats, and shoes as her 2-year-old daughter Bella keeps her busy on every run! Ashley and Bella's favorite place to run is Town Lake, where Bella likes to people-watch, and Ashley is working on training for her second half marathon this fall. She is obsessed with running shoes, and is usually sporting Saucony or Asics, saying that "the shoes make or break your run." Her fitness lifestyle started way back when she was 15, and a friend dared her to enter a fitness competition.
She grew up in a travel trailer in Oklahoma, but has lived in Austin for almost 25 years total, where she has worked as a Legal Assistant, and done Sales/Marketing in Education. She's currently working on her Real Estate license, and writing and illustrating her first book of children's short stories to be ready for publication soon!
While not over-achieving career-wise, Ashley and her husband, Rommel, love to explore the Pecan Street Festival, Hamilton Pools (seriously, if you haven't been, make it a priority), and avoiding Calliou and Peppa Pig on the TV.
If you need a serious voice impersonator, or an expert hand bells player, she's your gal. She's also quite proficient at collecting Mami Anne figures, and alerting everyone in a 3-mile radius to the presence of a cockroach via her high-pitched screams. She says they're so high only dogs can hear part of them.
You can find Ashley hanging out in South Austin at Dick Nichols park, or sneaking a frosty with french fries from Wendy's after a workout. Salty and sweet, what's not to like? You won't see her at the local grocery store anymore, as she has to avoid it ever since Bella pulled her mama's shirt down and screamed "Chiii chiiiiis!!!" while they were waiting in line there recently.
We are glad to have Ashley as part of the group, and excited to have a realtor as part of our eclectic group!
Woke up this morning with an anxious feeling in my gut, as if I'd forgotten to do something for our fun run-raiser. Whelp, once I realized it was Monday, that frantic sensation subsided... We had pulled off one of the craziest things--and we had done it gracefully. Perhaps hosting a 5k event, as well as a 1k tot trot doesn't sound all that 'insane' to you, but to me... to us... it was a challenge that we took on without knowing ANYTHING about where to start or where to go. An unknown outcome is by far, in my book, one of the scariest things to be a part of. And to think we did it ALL in just 41 days...
On April Fools Day, we made the initial leap. $55 went out to the renting of the Champion Park pavilion---at this time not knowing there was a memorandum on the park that they would never host a 5k running event. Needless to say, this is why the 5k name changed as soon as we got wind---welcome to the Fun Run-Raiser ;) All the other parks had been reserved, and there was no turning back. If we got in trouble or were fined, at least we knew we had done it for a good cause, right? And in our defense, phone calls were made to the Williamson County Parks department, but we never were directed to the 'proper' people---and we'd seen a few races take place there prior to ours so we didn't feel quite as naughty. If someone else was doing it, it was ok for us to do it too, right?
Letters were written, and perpetual emails were sent + phone calls were made asking/begging for donations for our silent auction. Not even sure where this idea came from, but we knew if we only charged $20 for registration, and we wanted T-shirts, we were going to need to raise money one way or another for the Pyle Family. A silent auction sounded fun, and a bit different than what we had encountered in many of the previous races we had run. It ended up being one of the best decisions we made, and it was oh so fun to see what donations were being made.
Donations started to pour in, outgoing emails to BOB marketing and sales teams continued, and Iradis, Lisa and I were like giddy girls. The generosity of local businesses, and even entrepreneurial friends is still something we are trying to grasp. In just under 41 days, we were able to collect 45 items for the silent auction (Totaling over $4000!!!!), and raffle off a brand new BOB (worth $400 retail)! We raised over $1,500 for the Pyle Family (final numbers are still in the works), and although we know it only helps a smidgen with Scott's needs, it's a start, and one we couldn't have accomplished without SO many people's time and energy.
Thank you to all our sponsors, our participants, our supporters, our families... you made this totally insane dream become a reality. Cheers to all of us!
I am so proud of what we have done. I'm still in shock. We do, however, hope that next year you will join us as we run a 'legal' 5k route somewhere in Austin for another great benefit and to celebrate the 3rd anniversary of Trotting with Tots!
It's Featured Member Friday! Each month, we feature one of our magnificent members so you can get to know our crazy crew. How do we decide who to feature? With a super fair draw out of a hat by the closest toddler in tow.
When it's cold outside (or at least Texas-style cold) and you spy a long-legged beauty wearing shorts while the rest of us are bundled up, you've probably caught a glimpse of Liz C (aka Legs for Days Liz). Her daughter Katherine (2.5) and husband Adam keep her busy, but she also works part time as the Administrative Director for the California Native Grasslands Association (say that 3 times fast). While this isn't quite her dream job of being a goat, vegetable, and berry farmer, she likes learning about the prairies in Texas.
A recent transplant to Austin, Liz's heart lies in the Sierra mountains in California, where her daughter "hiked" the Pacific Crest Trail at 4 weeks old, and Liz loved to do solo 10+ mile trail runs in June. Now that she's a Texan, she hopes her daughter will still develop a love for those mountain paths, and is training her for the trails by running with Trotting with Tots. So far their favorite spot to run then play is anywhere with a slide and stairs.
While we call her Leggy Liz, her self-given nickname would be "Angry Old Person," though we have yet to see anything but smiles from this Mama. She would be more likely to show that AOP side, though, if her two dogs (who often accompany her on runs with the stroller) fulfilled her biggest running fear of tangling her up and causing her to wipe out and crash the stroller. Luckily her pooches have proven to be cooperative so far, and the BOB Ironman she runs with (and found cheap on craigslist) has stayed upright.
Liz loves to run along Brushy Creek, and along the San Gabriel in Georgetown. If she's stroller-free, she likes to hit the trails in Walnut Creek Park. Her proudest accomplishment as a runner was running a 20-mile route through the San Francisco Bay Area. It took her on roads and trails, through parks and over one fence that lined some private property (whoops!). She doesn't listen to music while she runs, preferring to hear the sounds around her. However, she sometimes finds herself humming one of the many Daniel Tiger tunes that Katherine enjoys.
After a long run, you can find Liz chowing down on scrambled eggs, toast, veggies, and a mocha latte. With whipped cream. And a brownie with ice cream and more whipped cream. She says she runs so she can relieve stress and back pain, as well as eat more than she should, including some of the yummy canned goods she makes with her husband.
Look for Liz at our next run and say hi!
I think it's time. I've been berating our new 'Members of the Month' for their embarrassing Mom story, and it's probably only fair that I share mine as well.
Where to begin?
Town Lake, its a Monday. It's a bit overcast, but still quite warm. It's June, I am 12ish weeks postpartum from baby #2, and I am back on the trails. I am wearing a navy v-neck Trotting with Tots shirt, a way too small sports bra, and a pair of shorts that are a bit too snug still, but that's why I'm out on the trail, right?
I arrive in the parking lot that lovely morning, eager to try my youngest in the stroller without the carseat adaptor (if you met her, at 3 months she could handle it--don't judge me just yet---keep reading). Before heading out on our run, I change my daughter one last time, grab some water for myself and my son (the 'drink' for my daughter is supplied by yours truly), and throw in some random toys for entertainment purposes.
Naturally, EXACTLY halfway around the 3.5 mile loop my daughter starts 'complaining.' I'd actually never heard her quite this startled before, so I assumed that a bump had jolted her awake and she was confused about where she was. I pull the stroller off to the side of the trail and put on the brakes. As I walk around to the front of the stroller I smell an extremely familiar (unfortunately) odor, and I know instantly that a class 5 "disaster poo" has occurred. I begin to access the situation, moving my daughter around just enough to see the blowout of all blowouts, and that's when it hits me... I left the entire diaper bag in the Jeep. I have no spare diaper, no wipes, nothing. And then IT starts to ooze. The lovely, yellow, seedy poop is running up her leg (even gravity was against me that day) and about to trickle off the end of the stroller. Please, please, please... this CANNOT be happening.
So what do I do? Well, what any mother would do, right? I take off my shirt and use it as a diaper. GASP. And for the record, even before having any kids, I would never ever have dared to run without a shirt. And now, here I am, 12 weeks postpartum with a very friendly belly---meaning it legit waves at you when I move---and porn boobs exposed for all the Austin fitness junkies to see. I did not remove the existing diaper, afraid of what more was to seep out, but rather just packaged up all the goodies and tied a nice, sturdy knot to ensure the added absorption stay put.
Not knowing what to do exactly, I waited (and attempted to hide) for a few minutes for someone, anyone with a kid to pass. Where were all the stroller-toting parents today?! And then, there he was, like a knight in shining armor, a bearded man with a BOB stroller and a little girl who had clearly been potty trained for several years. I didn't care. Seeing a fellow stroller-toting jogger, I had to ask for help. Lucky for me, he had one super scratchy McDonalds napkin in the bottom of his stroller, and he was more than happy/terrified to give it to me. I did the best I could with la napkin which was mainly used to dry things after dumping my water bottle on my daughters legs and cleaning my own hands.
Side note: you must be thinking 'why didn't she stop at a nearby bathroom?' Awesome for me, they were being built still, and the ones near the MoPac pedestrian bridge had problems with their water supply that day. Rock on.
Needless to say, that was the fastest postpartum 1.5 miles I have ran to date. Again, rock on.
Humiliated? indeed. Learned a lesson? One I can't forget soon enough. Can I laugh about it now? Almost. Do I still have that 'diaper?' You bet! It's washed and ready for the baby album.
LISA W: ex Arizonian hockey player (does Arizona even have ice?), psychs herself out every time she gets close to breaking a 9 min mile, Mom to 2 curly-headed squirts + a non-bias food-loving dog, Tonks... wifey to her college love, Timothy, Lego fanatic. And can't put up any guests in her spare bedroom since it has turned into JoAnn fabrics.
IRADIS J Native Floridian, plays the flute like a champ (she is the beauty behind our National Anthem on race day), Mom to THREE kiddos under 4 years of age (and she does it with ease, people), met her hubs in a coffee shop in the Sunshine state, avid reader and has the most gentle soul of anyone you'll ever meet.
DANIELLE D Midwesterner at heart (Go Royals!), lover of all things pink and green (you should see her daughter's rooms), eats sweet peppers like they're candy, had two completely natural childbirths (hint: she has superhuman powers), breastfeeding advocate, Mizzou grad (she and Loren actually attended the exact same years, but did not know one another), loves to quilt and does not own an inside voice.
LOREN M Central IL born and raised attempting every sport possible. Mom to 2 polar opposite kiddos and wife to a man she met on an airplane, her magic Mike. Throw in a white lab with too many allergies to count and you have yourself a fine fam. Loves pickles, green olives and is a (temporary?) vegan. Took up running in order to eat french fries on a regular basis (they're vegan, right?). Mizzou grad. Skincare junkie and waxing Nazi. The Queen of random encounters. To all the TWT members: Don't hate, just Belieb ;)