Monday, July 8, 2013

Mondays are for catching up, right?

We are back from the beach. The biggest difference in being away and being home is that at home, I feel like I have to DO all these things! It's almost 9pm and I'm just sitting down. I bet at the beach I'd have an hour of accumulated sitting by now, at least.

Vacation was fun- not relaxing, exactly, but neither is my regular life. I had some relaxing moments...lots of porch sitting, some beach sitting, and a lot of chasing my little ones on the beach (and up and down the three flights of stairs in the beach house!).

I would like to hug the person who invented baby gates.



So, what did we do on our trip?

SuperSam had his first try at miniature golf and played 36 holes straight.
(He almost fell asleep in his ice cream afterward, but he had a great time!)



All of us loved visiting the aquarium. Some people thought the water installation with the metal fish outside the front door was the most exciting part.

But girls, there are REAL fish inside...


We did some kite flying

That is a dollar-aisle kite from Target. Just saying.




some lighthouse looking




and some pier walking.




We went to the beach every day, even when it was raining. (As SuperSam pointed out, "You were gonna get wet anyway, so what's the issue?")


We smiled the whole time, all day and all night, and no one ever cried or had a huge stinking tantrum in a restaurant because she didn't want to sit in her chair. I felt rejuvenated and refreshed and completely delighted at all times.

(Um, no. I wasn't always patient, and I didn't enjoy every single moment. I didn't yell at anyone, though, and the general feeling of I-am-totally-and-completely-overwhelmed was less than usual.)

If you want to see more vacation photos, come visit me on Instagram (I'm dere_abbey). I'll be sharing more pictures as the week goes on.

In other news, marathon training starts today! The Richmond Marathon is just 130 days away.
I'm using the Marathon: Finish It plan from Train Like A Mother by Dimity McDowell and Sarah Bowen Shea.

Here is a shameless Amazon affiliate link: if you buy this book from Amazon after clicking on this link, they will send me about 20 cents! If five of you did that, I'd have enough for a McDonald's ice cream cone. Almost. Not including tax. 

 

Marathon training and running in general aren't the entire focus of my life (obviously!), but for the next few months, I will be devoting a big chunk of time to training for this race. You can expect some updates as I go, although I'm not yet sure how many marathon posts I'll be writing.

Finally, Surviving Our Blessings now has a Facebook page. I have resisted setting one up because my blog and my life are so closely linked. I wasn't sure there was a point in separating my personal Facebook page from the blog. Over the past weeks, though, I've found more and more reasons to make a page just for the blog. Here are some of them:

1. There's often content I'd like to quickly share with my readers. I could start making a weekly "links" post to share these things, but I'd rather post them on Facebook.

2. I'm hopeful that we can create a community to discuss some of those things...and it seems like discussion is more likely if there's a space made for it to happen. Facebook works so well for that, even for people who don't generally comment on blogs.

3. I don't want anyone to feel awkward about following my personal page just because we might not have known each other since preschool.

4. All the cool people are doing it.

5. Oh, who am I kidding? Resistance is futile. Facebook is going to take over the world!

So pop over and like the page if you are on Facebook, please. That's where all the good things are going to happen.

(Now I will go do something else away from the computer so as to avoid feeling like I'm waiting at the mailbox for RSVPs for my own party. It kind of feels like I'm watching to see if you will check the box on a note I've just passed you asking if you want to be my friend.)

I so hope you will, though! It won't be as much of a party without you.