Thursday, March 4, 2010

Pullman Perfection

We made the loooong trek up to Pullman last weekend to visit Seth and Jenn.  Actually, we really like road trips and our boys do amazingly well on long drives.  I thought the town was great, and the campus was pretty.  I can imagine the hilliness gets a little old after awhile (I don't think I've ever felt so lost, thank goodness for iphones and triangulation-mapping), but it definitely made for a unique experience.

We watched Olympics, ate pizza, toured campus, ate WAY too much Old European breakfast, saw the bears, played at the park, and went to the WSU/UW game.  Great game, and Washington State almost pulled out the win.  Hayden slept through most of it, and Noah ate all the Oreos and candy he could cram in his little mouth while yelling, "Go Gougs!" (See above picture for Oreo molester mustache.)  The weekend went too quickly, and Uncle Seth and Aunt Jenn were perfect hosts.  (Their house is beautiful, too.)

Singin' (but not runnin') in the Rain

I woke up this morning at 6:00 AM to the sound of Henry barking at some invisible thing outside the office window.  At first I was annoyed and then I realized this was the perfect opportunity for me to start my resolution to go on a walk/run every morning before the kids are up.  We've had beatiful weather the last few days, spring is in the air, and it just seems like a good time to really crack down and get in shape.  I crawled out of bed and tiptoed to the closet.  Five minutes and five layers later (it's been nice outside, but it's still March in Idaho, and at six in the morning it's not exactly toasty), I was ready.  I opened the front door as quietly as can be, and... rats.  It's raining.  Maybe Henry will wake me up again tomorrow...

Lately I've been lamenting Noah's babyhood going by so quickly.  I don't know if it's because he talks so well, or that he weighs about the same as Hayden, but he just seems so OLD.  He's also a budding Simon Cowell.  While watching American Idol with me the other day, blanket in hand and thumb in mouth, he turned to me and said, "She picked the wrong song."  Amazingly enough, the judges agreed with him.