



We finally carved a jack-o-lantern, last night. As you can tell, we couldn't agree on what kind of face to give him...so, he has one rectangular eye and one circle eye.



We finally carved a jack-o-lantern, last night. As you can tell, we couldn't agree on what kind of face to give him...so, he has one rectangular eye and one circle eye.
Walker had his last soccer game last night. He had a lot of fun playing and we got a kick (no pun intended) out of watching this under 6 league. At one point last night, I heard Walker say to another boy, in the middle of the game, mind you, "I can run faster than you!", with a mean, eat dirt look on his face. Later, I saw the same boy push Walker, probably because Walker was talking smack. O.K. so maybe last night's game wasn't as much fun...but, overall it has been a great experience. Here are some pics from earlier games:


Here are some recent pics of Owen. After taking what seemed like hundreds of pictures, I finally caught him smiling. Such a sweet baby!



Lots of Halloween events going on around here: parties at school, church and one that will just be friends getting together for some frightful fun. We have yet to carve a jack-o-lantern this year...maybe tomorrow (When I was teaching Kindergarten, I carved one with my class, every year. A couple of times, we carved it too early and boy, did we have an awful smell to deal with. I have been trying to avoid that and wait until the week of, to carve one here.).
Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend! ;)


Last Friday, Tim, Owen and I left for Chicago. Our main reason for going was for Tim to run the Chicago Marathon. We went with two other couples and good friends, Mark
& Mary Mike and Andy & Glisa. We had been talking/planning this trip since January, so I was so excited when it finally arrived.
Our flight left Birmingham at 6:30 am, which meant leaving our house at 4:30 am, and getting up at 3:15 am. That definitely made for a long day! Owen was awesome on the plane...nursed during take-off and slept during landing....I couldn't have asked for a happier baby. When we arrived in Chicago, we checked into our hotel in Oak Brook (suburb of Chicago, but very nice) and headed across the street to McDonald's for some breakfast. This wasn't just any McDonald's, either. It had a McCafe, which we had never heard of, but was very similar to Starbucks. It was the nicest, cleanest, brightest Mickey D's any of us had ever seen. We quickly learned the reason it was so nice was because McDonald's headquarters was across the parking lot. We went downtown to the Chicago Marathon Expo for the guys to register, buy some goodies, pick up free stuff, etc. Then for lunch we ate deep dish pizza at Uno Pizzaria...yum! We went back to the hotel and rested for a few hours before going to Cheesecake Factory for dinner...double yum!
On Saturday, Glisa, Mary Mike and I left the guys (including Owen) at the hotel to rest and hydrate (basically drink water or Gatorade all day long in preparation for the race). We shopped along Michigan Avenue (a.k.a. The Magnificent Mile), went to the American Girl Place, ate at Ralph Lauren Cafe, and went to the Navy Pier. After buying some souvenirs and doing some sightseeing, the guys picked us up around 4:30 pm. We ate dinner at the Weber Grill. We had a big day ahead of us, so we were all in our rooms by 8:30 pm.
Sunday was the big day. We left the hotel around 5:30 am and headed straight for Grant Park. This is where the marathon was starting and finishing. The guys checked in, went to the restroom, and then headed to the start line. Glisa, Mary Mike and I walked 5 or 6 blocks north of Michigan Avenue (with a pitstop at Starbucks) and waited between mile
12 and 13 to see the guys and have a dry shirt for them. On a side note: I had never been a spectator at a major marathon before. Tim ran in the Rocket City Marathon (in Huntsville) last year, and it had a mere 1,000 runners in it. I did not know what to expect really with the Chicago Marathon...45,000 runners and 2 million spectators! When we arrived at our spot on the curb, there was no one on that street. But by the time the first group of runners came by, we were having to fight for our spots and keep people from putting their grubby hands all over my stroller!
Tim had signed up to receive emails on his blackberry that would allow me to track where he was. I knew that at 9:21 am, I should receive an email saying he had reached mile 9. I waited and waited and waited. About 15 minutes later, I got an email saying he had reached mile 9 and was projected to finish at 4 hours 44 minutes. I was sick. You see, my dear sweet husband, had been training for this day since June. He had put his blood, sweat and tears (literally) into the training for this marathon. Every Saturday he ran for between 10 and 21 miles. On Mondays he ran for 5 or 6 miles, on Wednesdays he did track workouts, and on Thursdays he ran about 6 miles. This was a big deal. His goal was to finish in 4 hours and I knew that would not happen. When he finally ran by to swap shirts, he told me had almost vomitted 3 times, but he was feeling better. He ran on and we waited on Andy. When Andy came by, he informed us that the water stops were out of water. He was obviously very frustrated. What??!! Out of water??? It was 90 degrees and they were out of water??? I thought he was talking about 1 or 2 water stops. No, every water stop was out of water. We found out later that there is a water stop at every 2nd mile, and the second water stop he went to, was out.
After seeing Andy, Glisa, Mary Mike and I headed back towards the finish line. By this time, it was really hot. Here I was pushing Owen in the stroller 6 blocks, in the blazing heat and my husband is running a little over 26 miles in the same heat. What were we doing? Tim had gotten us tickets for priority seating at the finish line. I knew Owen was getting hungry and I was ready to sit down and watch the runners cross the finish line. Ohhhh no! Everyone in this little section of bleachers WAS STANDING!!! Glisa, Mary Mike and I fought our way through the crowd, with Owen in tow. We finally found a seat, stood for a little while, I nursed Owen in the middle of the craziness, and watched for the guys. We had already missed Mark at mile 12, so Mary Mike really wanted to see him finish. Thank goodness I brought an umbrella along...it pr
ovided just enough shade for Owen, but I was still worried about him getting dehydrated. About that time, the announcer said that they had turned the race into a fun run. They didn't say this at the time, but we later learned that a 35 year old, father of 3, from Michigan collapsed and died, around mile 20. Andy called Glisa (by borrowing a random person's cell phone) and said they had rerouted him at mile 16. He was made to cross the finish line but didn't officially "finish". Tim finished the race, but was told by police to start walking at mile 16. He probably just missed being rerouted. Mark finished the race in 4 hours 45 minutes. After finally seeing Tim finish, in 5 hours 14 minutes, Owen and I headed to Buckingham Fountain where runners could reunite with family/friends. I was expecting an orderly line, maybe 20-25 people in the C-D group (by last name). No, mass chaos! I finally had to stop and park the stroller and hold up the sign I had made for Tim that said "Go Tim!" and just hope he would look up. Several people were doing this in hopes of finding their runner. He found us, but was severely dehydrated. Looking back, we should have realized something was wrong when his shirt was completely dry. Because we had to meet the rest of our group, he was not able to stretch or sip a cold drink. I found out later that he did get sick 4 more times. Today, he is finally feeling like himself, but we both feel like he was indeed dehydrated and probably suffering from heat exhaustion, as well.
Here are some things that we witnessed during the record breaking heat of the Chicago Marathon:

And so ends the saga that was our weekend in Chicago...
he party at a close friend's lake house on Lake Tuscaloosa. I had a blast planning the party...I tea-stained the invitations, which were written in pirate lingo and burned the edges; I made a treasure map table cloth from a sheet (also tea stained with burned edges); and I made a pirate ship cake and pirate cupcakes; When each child arrived t
hey were given a nametag with their pirate name, bandana and belt, a tattoo, and an eyepatch. Some of the kids had a mustache and beard drawn on their face. It was so cute. Then they decorated the handle of a sword that I cut out of cardboard. After everyone was ready, we started the treasure
hunt. Tim was in charge of this part. There were seven different clues that took the kids all over the property...one clue even suggested they get on the boat. Sailing Master Andy (a good friend) drove the boat full of little pirates (and a few parents) across the lake to Tre
asure Island. They looked for treasure on the island and returned with another clue. I incorporated two games in with the hunt : Musical Islands (played like musical chairs but with large rocks) and Walk the Plank. After the treasure hunt we had cake and ice cream and Captain Walker D. Plank opened up all of his presents. It turned out to be a really great party with no major misshaps, the weather was fantastic, and the k
ids all seemed to have a great time. Happy Birthday, Walker!