Let the 18 week countdown begin

A few weeks ago, my friend Kris and I decided to compete in our first sprint triathlon at the end of September. This has been on my "bucket list" of sorts for several years. With my 30th birthday looming just around the corner, I figured that this my shot to give it a "tri", haha!

Today marked day one of training with 30 minutes in the pool. With my competitive swimming background from childhood through high school, I thought that this would be a piece of cake. I was sadly mistaken. First, my competitive swimming days are long, long ago, TWELVE years to be exact! When the heck did that happen? I've done a few pool workouts here and there over the years, but this is the first time that I will be committing to swimming two to three times per week over the next 18 weeks. I thought for sure that it was going to be like riding a bicycle, some things you just don't forget. True, I still know how to swim, but my speed is slow as molasses and my form is less than desirable. However, there was a comfort about getting back in that water today. It's like slipping back into an old, worn-in t-shirt. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed the quiet monotony that comes with swimming laps. No strangers chatting next to me, no ipod, just quiet nothing. It was quite lovely! After my workout, I had to head to the grocery store and as I walked around, I could smell that familiar chlorine smell from my hair that brought me waaaay back to high school.

Baseball, baseball, baseball

Our child is obsessed with baseball, in a way that I never thought possible at only 19 months. All he sees is a glimpse of a baseball field on the tv or in a book or magazine and he loudly proclaims "Baseball!!" with much gusto. Cole loved going to spring training every weekend this year, but it was a little bit of a nightmare now that he can walk or run shall I say. How does a toddler with short little legs run so freakin' fast?

The highlight of every day is playing catch with Daddy, Mommy's not nearly as good at it or has the patience to play it for hours like Daddy. He recently received his own mitt at the Cubbies vs Dbacks game at the end of spring training. His eyes lit up as soon as John presented it to him. He's still having a rough time figuring out which way it goes on his hand, but he loves it nonetheless.

Every day I hope that perhaps today will be the day that is not completely centered around baseball. But alas, no such luck. The first word out of his mouth in the morning is "baseball" well, except for the days where it's "waffle." He may look like his mama, but he is his father's son. Baseball, baseball, baseball....

Cole and the Goats

We had our friends, Bill and Nikki along with their little man, Tyler come visit us a few weeks ago. While they were here, we decided to take the boys to the Phoenix Zoo. While Cole was mildly impressed with the animals, he was in heaven when we made our way over to visit the goats in the petting zoo. They have these little rubber brushes for the kiddos to brush the goats with. Cole decided that every goat in the place needed to be brushed, but just once or twice each and then he was off to the next. Well, you'll see....

Finally....

Cole's already for the 7th inning stretch: "ah one, ah two, ah three!"

We have been having some technical difficulti both with our camera and computer over the past few months. We got some pictures of Cole taken a few weeks ago, so you can see how big he's getting. He's definitely got a personality on him too! And for a little peanut, he eats like it's going out of style.