The Phillips Family

Last week we had a really fun night that involved marshmallows and a homemade catapult that Rex put together out of scrap wood from the basement. After having so much fun but realizing that we should probably put Aiden to bed, I told him that as soon as the marshmallows were gone it was bedtime. We just weren't eating them fast enough with the occasional catapulted ones, so I taught Aiden how to toss marshmallows into his mouth. I had to laugh because I remember trying to toss marshmallows into my mouth the same way Aiden did in this video. Sam can say three words - of what I can decipher - pretty well. They are "IIIIIIiii!!" which is "Hi" and "mamamumumama ma" which I'm pretty sure is 'Mom' and his all-time favorite: "BOO!" He likes getting a reaction out of me each time he "scares" me. :) He says it over and over to all of his flap books, whenever he thinks we haven't noticed him enter the room, to scare Aide...

Running my first 5K is a big deal to me. (Remember the asthma post?) I've never really been able to run and now I can! Woohoo! Our ward has an aerobics class for all the ladies while the kids play in the back of the gym, and I've been going to that for the past year. So as an aerobics class we trained to do the 5K together. (My aswesome instructor is the lady in the white hat 4 girls in from the right.) Yahoo!! I made it!!! I'm all purple-faced, but I did it in 34 minutes. Not bad considering the first time I tried took 1 hour and 8 minutes. And Rex was such a sport and pushed the boys for me. Usually I'd be pushing them while running, but I wanted to see if I could do it any faster without them. Rex was kind enough to humor me. What a sweet man. And here's my wonderful trio approaching the finish line! Rex said the boys were cranky the whole time, but who's to blame them! It was cold and misty, we woke them up at 6, and they wanted a REAL breakfas...

Yes, I do believe that Rex is the King of Dads. I sure love this man. And so do his boys! Last week when Rex came home from his many travels, we went to Chili's for dinner. Aiden was sitting next to him and would cuddle up to him every so often and give him luvins. It was so darling.

I had a good time spying on the boys yesterday afternoon. They are just so adorable. I caught them sitting on the ledge in our backyard throwing rocks at the fence. Zooming in, you can catch their personalities as they're about to throw the rocks... Sam taste-tests each rock before it goes overboard and Aiden selects the perfect rock with his tongs he grabbed from the kitchen drawer. And into the pit they go!! I don't know how long they were out there doing this before I caught them, but it had to be about 20 minutes or so.

It's amazing how putting in new batteries in an old toy makes it brand-new all over again. :)

This post is about me. ME. (How often does that happen??) Anyways, for most of my life I've been very health-conscious and have tried to be athletic, but failed miserably. I can't aim. I can't throw a frisbee without killing random squirrels. And I get easily winded, no matter how long I've been exercising. Even though I HATE running, I've always been slightly jealous of those people who can run for miles. It always seemed like that would be the ultimate sense of accomplishment. Our Stake is putting on a 5K run in mid-September. It's something I want to do, so when a friend of mine offered to go run the route for practice, I took her up on it. I about died. After just 10 minutes I felt nauseous and felt like I was going to pass out. We kept going, though, and ended up finishing the 5K in 1 hour and 8 minutes. (Oh, and did I mention that my friend is 4 months pregnant?? I thought the odds would be in my favor...) She hadn't even broken a sweat and...