Will I go to Hell or just be fat forever?

Or

Me and my neighbor decided that it was time to start running again, and our first mission was a 5k. I wake up Saturday morning about 15 minutes before I needed to be loaded up with two running strollers, two babies and my neighbor and niece. Needless to say we got a little bit of a late start. We put the peddle to the metal and hurried up to the start....only like 8 minutes late, and hurried and slammed our babies into their strollers and ran to what we thought was the beginning. Anyone who lives in Northern Utah would know that Saturday was not a pretty day. In fact, while we were loading up, the first of many SNOW (I know, what is the effing date?) anyway, it was not a great day to do anything but sit inside and watch the Saturday morning toons.

We saw an officer sitting in his car blocking the traffic and we asked him if the place we were was the starting line, he politely nodded (I am sure he was hiding his laughter at the three stupid, late girls and their sad infants who showed up late.) So we started running and suddenly the pack of on time runners were coming straight for us. They were also hiding their laughter and were too consumed with their running rhythm or the pumping beat of Justin Timberlake on their I-Pods that they never told us we were going the wrong way. After a few strides, we decided to finally stop someone and ask if this was the way they had started the race as well and low and behold, it was not. So what to do, keep running despite the fact that we couldn't feel our fingers anymore, the fact that Addison was bawling by then, and the fact that we had no idea where we were running to....or just join the pack? We chose the latter.

So the 5k turned into a .5k but still counts right? So does cheating on a run resort in Hell or just cellulite? I guess we will all see.

Of course, the best part was the giant breakfast that we enjoyed for our hard effort. Addi was awesome once we got their and began using my hash browns as confetti all over the restaurant! I love races!

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My favorite time of the year!

I have been blog absent for awhile. I guess I have been too busy with the dreaded softball (still not ready to discuss that), trying to find a sitter for Addi while I am at the previously noted horror, and fighting my brain tumor (alright, just bad headaches each and every day). But I am trying to have a better attitude today because it is my FAVORITE day of the year...Easter!



It is officially Spring everyone! I am so happy I am pooping easter eggs! I simply love it all. I love playing in the park with my baby...


Now all the fun Easter festivities! I forced Ron and Addi into dying eggs with me, Addi tried to bite through the shell, and she is a determined little lady so I guess tried is the complete wrong word. After we got the shells out of her mouth, I realized that she wanted nothing to do with the eggs and simply wanted to go to bed after having to spend the entire afternoon at the ball park... There was also the fun egg dipping with the cousins....we strapped her in the high chair so no more eggs would be punished.
Easter morning finally arrived and Addi was the best little basket hunter! Alright, it was right in the middle of the floor, but she got a kick out of the cool stuff the Easter bunny left her, she got 5 new binkies that Macie had her eye on all morning, a new vibrating tooth brush (we dont believe in manual labor) and new bath toys that Ron read were made in China so they went promptly in the garbage. Sigh. We also got to go to our stake conference where Jeffery R. Holland spoke and it was absolutly amazing! Both his message and the fact that Addi slept the entire time so I actually got to listen! Awesome day!
Too many cute picts to post them all...time for a slide show!

I have heard of sleep WALKING...

This blog will show how inept I am as a mother in that I simply can not put my baby to sleep, nor can she last the entire night in her crib. But I think I know why...we have a sleep crawler on our hands!
Anywhere between 11-2 Addi usually wants to come in bed with me, and I am in a coma by then so instead of losing more sleep I just bring her in with us. She falls asleep instantly and all is good, then suddenly I awake to see my baby sitting upright in the moonlight and immediately dart for the edge of the bed. Seriously, she sprint-crawls right to the edge of the bed and if I was a sound sleeper, she would be in Toronto by now! I don't know if she is even awake, and if she is....WHY???? I swear she is a nut, and I also swear that all you parents whose kids go to bed at night and stay asleep are on crack! That does NOT happen! So I am trying to decide if I should just make my bed into a giant crib or if I should stack pillows on the floor. Either way, if anyone knows of a good support group for sleep crawlers, let me know.

Putting the 'Special" in special ed

So TC told me that I need to document more of my random moments in my life...here you go.
Sitting in class and a kid raises his hand,
"Ms. Koford, you know how birth control prevents you from having kids?"
"Yep." I reply, wondering how in the pee pee these things jump in their heads when I am just trying to teach them how to simplify fractions.
"So are their pills to GET you pregnant?"
"Kinda, if you need help there are things that doctors can do to help you." I tentativly reply, knowing full well that any day now I will be fired for discussing these types of things like faking drug test peeing, kids having sex in the bathrooms, and my ever reminding them that they are lame or going to hell.
"Can you get some for my girlfriend." He askes....honestly, he did. Like I have my PHD as well and am going to give his girlfriend who to put it bluntly....should NEVER have children....EVER!
"Nope." I reply.
"Why?"
This is where I want to throw things at him but since my dad is still recovering and I am the only batting machine our team has, I am alas too sore to waste my energy on him.
I sigh and tell him that babies are hard. Maybe he should just go steal one.
Teaching is fun.

My new 'Toy'

Ron is a very good saver. He is so wonderful and not buying anything so that we can have the house we have always dreamed of. I however am not so great at that. I like to buy. I like to own things. In my defence, he is not very good at telling me no.
So lets be honest about something. I am a fat girl. I am trying to embrace it like Tyra tells me to, but I simply cant! I miss my only semi flabby body. I miss being able to wear my favorite pants without a 'muffin top' which only reminds me that I would like to eat a muffin top.

Anyway, so my friend Cynthia told me about a sale that Sportsman's Warehouse was having on their strollers....so I just wanted to go look. Needless to say we rolled out of the store with my new toy.

Then came the fun part. I strapped Addi in and after about 5 minutes she had her fill. She kept leaning over the side so she could see me to show me she was not having as much fun as I was. Sigh. So should I just torture her and make her suffer through the fun of running so her mom can claim back her body, or just sit on the floor eating chex mix all day?

I will keep you updated on our progress.

Where to begin...

I was so excited for Valentines day. Me and Addi even made her Daddy a video because we had no idea what to get the guy. She knew what he would want, she just didnt want to co-opperate! she was so tired and really didnt like my idea of fun, but after about eight shots where I kept cutting off our heads, this is the best we got.

On the morning of the big day, we got a phone call from my mom who told us that she and my dad were at the hospital. Happy Valentines day mom and dad! I got up there as soon as I could, but not until my sweet husband had given me my Valentine, a new baby bag/back pack, 6 different kinds of cheese, hummus, cool crackers, my favorite kind of juice (Green Machine) and some beautiful orangeish roses. Such a good man he is! He knows me so well.

Anyway, to the hospital I went for some of the scariest days ever. The poor guy was in so much pain in his tummy and they couldnt seem to get rid of it! It was so hard to see him in this much pain and to not be able to take it all away. The first two days passed in a tear filled blur. My mom and brothers were all so devoted to him and stayed by his bed until they were kicked out each day. I did my best to stay with them, but Addi was not allowed anywhere near him so we had to take turns playing with her in the waiting room. But what a little trooper she was! I even think it is getting to the point where she likes the hospital even more than home! They have fun toys like wheel chairs that people can wheel her around in and the obsticals that she has to climb on are simply wonderful! Also, she helped us all stay a little more sane. My brother Brett even mentioned that she saved him quite a few times. Finally the doctor (who will not win Bed-Side-Manner-of-the-Year) decided to operate to see what the problem was. They soon came out saying that he had a 2 1/2 food section of his small intestine that had died that they needed to remove. Alas it is out and my dad is now trying to get back to his old onery self. He is still at the hospital, and it is still the last place that he wants to be, but we are all so very thankful to still have him that we will take anything we can get.

Sometimes I think that Heavenly Father needs to remind us how important that family is. I have seen how my family reacts in time of need and have been nothing short of amazed. I am so lucky to have all of them and I know without a doubt that if any of us ever needed anything none of us will have to worry. Thank you for any prayers and wishes that you send his way.

Tag about my husbie!

Here I am yet tagged again, but since it is almost V-day, I guess it is time to show how much I love my husbie, at least until he leaves his laundry on the floor and puts full cups of coke on the floor for our baby to spill...until then, I love him so much!)

What is his name? Ronald Neil Koford

How long have you been married? 4 and a half years

Who long did you date? 12 months...almost exactly

How old is he? 33

Who eats more sweets? Ronny. I yell...he ignores. My weakness is salty stuff. And cheese.

Who said I love you first? Me! Good old Fazolies! They brought more breadsticks and it just slipped out!

Who is taller? Ron....unless I am wearing heels, then it is about even.

Who can sing better? I am so good. Seriously, if you want a Rock Band (the game) singer, call me!

Who is smarter? He loves math, he watches the history channel non stop, and he is a fountain of knowledge, useless and usefull alike.

Who does the laundry? Me....sometimes.

Who pays the bills? Ron. He is the money man.

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Ron....Kinda. With Addi on one side and the poodle at my calf, I dont consider me even on the bed. Plus, sometimes we lay sideways.

Who mows the lawn? The cool people at the HOA

Who cooks dinner? Cook? I try to offer up one meal a week. He will say that is a lie, but I do, once a week.

Who drives? Him, I get lost easy.

Who is more stubborn? Him. I am an easy going wonderful lady.

Who kissed who first? I think I attacked him! First date (slut) first outside, then in his parents kitchen. It was magic!

Who asked who out first? After I called him a 28 year old chicken, he alais made the call! Good boy! We went golfing...I won.

Who proposed? Ron! It was the night before a double header at BYU. He came to Provo and told me to get in the car (a cool rented Caddy) and that we were going to Vegas. I protested, reminding him that I had a game the next day and I couldnt go! He insisted that he would get me back in time. So we drove down, went to an amazing dinner at Olives that looks over the fountains and then he took me up in the Eiffle Tower.
"I finally know what I want for my birthday." He said.
"Thats too bad, I already got you sandles." stupid me.
"I want you for my wife!." He replied.
Tears.

Who has more siblings? Me

Who wears the pants? Ron only wears shorts.

Alright, these people need to spill!
Lisa, Lauren...Tice told you I would, Megann, Lori, Laura, and McKelle

Snow bunny

So it is basically Antartica here. Why do I love Utah again???? Why didnt my parents chose to raise us in Arizona (sigh, Tice) or California, or freakin Barbados? Anyway, I thought it was still important to have my little lady know what her first winter looked like, so I drug her out into the madness. She no likie cold either! The first thing she did was stick her sweet hand in the giant iceburg and shoved it in her mouth! Then she realized both her hand and now her mouth were frozen and she realized what mommy means when she curses the snow. What if her first phrase is 'effing snow'?? I am a bad mommy! But she is stinkin cute!

Summer, oh how I miss you!

Something to do...

This was on my friends site, may as well play along. Kisses to everyone!

Only rule: you have to answer with ONE word.

1. Where is your mobile phone? bag
2. Relationship? Wonderful
3. Your hair? brown
4. Work? sigh
5. Your sister(s)? none
6. Your favorite thing? family
7. Your dream last night? weird
8. Your favorite drink? coke...sigh
9. Your dream car? free
10. The room you're in? school
11. Your shoes? boots
12. Your fears? sucking
13. What do you want to be in 10 years? stable
14. Who did you hang out with last weekend? Family
15. What are you not good at? denying
16. Muffin? chocolate
17. Wish list item? home
18. Where you grew up? Utah
19. The last thing you did? math
20. What are you wearing? sweater
21. What are you not wearing? frown
22. Your pet? insane
23. Your computer? schools
24. Your life? Blessed
25. Your mood? chilled
26. Missing? Addi
27. What are you thinking about? food (trying to lose weight....so hungry)
28. Your car? Liberty
29. Your kitchen? messy
30. Your summer? missed
31. Your favorite color? Gold (and Black...go Roy!!)
32. Last time you laughed? Today
33. Last time you cried? Yesterday (yelled at dog, instantly felt bad, cried)
34. School? work
35. Love? Family

It's hard being a big sis

Once upon a time we were a family of three, Ron never wanted to admit it, but Macie was our first born and before we gave birth to Addi, she was our baby. We took her on exotic walks, gave her delicious food, and waited on the pooch hand and foot. I always thought that my feelings for her would never change. I thought I would always be excited to take her outside to go on bathroom walks and I never thought I would be angry at her cute little barks.

Then came Addi. The absolute love of our lives and suddenly everything changed. Yes, we still love you Macie, but things around here are getting absolutly ridiclous!


Why does she want to go off of a barking rampage when Addi finally goes to sleep? Why does she think Binkies are delicious and tries to find and hide my favorites only to devour them at a later date and make me sad? Why does she want to do the grossest thing and pluck the dirty diapers out of the grip of the garbage bin and...yes, use them as a midnight snack? She is just a little out of control. I know that she had her whole world ripped up and that everything she thought was hers now belongs to a tiny thing that loves to rip her tail off, but come on! She has to understand the totum pole here and that she would be the one to go because Addi is non transferable (when I say go I mean to my parents house, not anywhere that has demons or anything promise.) Anyway, this picture basically says it all...who is the baby around here?

For the LOVE of the game!

We had our first open gym for the 2008 Royal Softball season on Wednesday. My fingers as well as the rest of my body are finally at a point where they are not in too much pain to type or do the other necessary things in life.
But geez it was fun. Ever since Addison was born, I have had this crazy itch. Like I have gone long enough without it and I need it back now.
I even have dreams about it all. The first one, the BYU coach called and said that I needed to start the game on Friday. That my uniform was in the locker and I needed to play. Even in my dream I remember thinking "I have not picked up a ball in like a year and a half and they want me to start?"
The second dream was the U of U calling to say that they started a graduate program and they wanted me to come play again. They would even schedule my practices around Addi's naps. Am I crazy, or do I just miss it too much!
I dont even want to coach! When I went to the gym the other night, I was less concerned with what the girls could do as I was when I was going to get to throw. Finally they all left and I made one girl stay behind so I could pitch. Ya, a stupid 27 year old who had a baby 9 months ago (still needing to lose 9 months of pregnancy) and I was out there pitching like I played the next day.
Oh, it felt so good! Even though after the first pitch the pain in my arm was incredible; even though ever time I picked up Addi yesterday I let out a little wimper, it still was amazing!
Does it never leave? This feeling that I just want to strike out one more girl?
So here is my solution: I am forming a league! I want to start a league that has no age limit. Thats right, anyone can play! Just think of it, all us old folks that still think they have something to prove can come to Roy, Ut once a week and play. Come on, it will be cool! We can play and then sit around for the next hour talking about how many muscles we pulled. And I am NOT talking about slowpitch. I cant play that damn game. I was a pitcher for crying out loud, what is there for me in slowpitch! This will be the real thing! So fun! Do I have your support? If not, just remind me that I am 27, have an adorable baby and need to clean my house more than I need to 'clean house' with my quickly diminshing rise ball. Either way, thanks for listening to my lament about the game of the past. sigh.

Christmas...sigh.

I Heart Hats!

Winter has brought on a whole new level of fun for me and Addi....Hats. Boy do I love 'em! For example, the picture above, it was freezing outside and snowing (notice the blurry flakes falling) but I still had to don a hat on her cute little head and made her battle the elements. They are just so stinkin' cute!

These pics are of hat number two. Also sickeningly cute! Also, notice the adorable little dancing sheep on her shirt! I swear, I am going to cut out this sheep when she does not fit in it anymore and make a shirt for myself out of it. I will, and every one of you will be jealous!

Next we have the hat of the season, Mr. Nick hat. Now this was not Addi's favorite and it lasted about as long as it takes for someone to say a naughty word, but it was cute while it lasted.

She has some more hats, but the winter is still young everyone, and hats are always in fashion.

Laughing Addi

I just cant stand how cute she is! Dont mind me and my cute hair...I was just reading to her and she thought I was so funny (which I am!) Have a great day everyone!