I mentioned the Tough Mudder in my previous post, and it's just too good a story not to share.  Little Lady was 3 months old when the idea resurfaced in my noggin. For years I had wanted to take on this challenge, but something always seemed to pop up.  Usually a positive sign on a... Continue Reading →

Middle Man was a newborn and we decided to run a Marine Corps 5k.  So we strapped he and Big Brother into their new double jogging stroller and headed off to yet another tommimom-prompted event (i.e. "C'mon!  It'll be fun!  Trust me!") This line would also be used later to convince Micah to run the... Continue Reading →