Feb Fab Faves

February is here! No better way to ring in the month than with an update on the primrose mailbox trees. Could this street get any better? It’s like a Valentine barfed on the lane and I’m here for it. Tinsel, roses, and glittered hearts all the way, baby. 

I slapped some el cheapo $1 LA Looks hot pink polish on my nails brightened up our Sunday morning. 

I am undecided about half marathon training right now. I mean, yes, I am doing it, but I am  or committed to the race yet. What I AM committed to is sticking out this 10k steps goal. So yeah, I am running 3x/week, but what I am  actually enjoying are the walks where one of the kids or Aaron join me for 15-30 minutes, or I do a Duolingo lesson. I do not like extreme temperatures (hot or cold) and the raynauds has been wild this week 

Back during Thanksgiving and Christmas time, I was doing a lot of online browsing for dresses at higher end websites and looking for great deals or less expensive dupes for Quincy to take on her mission. Sloan and Esme fell in love with the mommy and me matching dresses from Ivy city, until they saw the $175 each prices. I found some knock off dresses for $12 and $18. They took two months to get here from China and our definitely low quality, thin cotton, but oh boy, my little valentines were so so happy when I surprise them with matching valentine dress dresses, Sunday morning. I didn’t take a photo with our jackets/sweaters off, but they have great big, pink, puffed sleeves. After reading Anne of Green Gables, my girls were extra excited about the sleeves. 

I had a surprise move to teach the 17 to 18-year-old Sunday school class. I love to love high school seniors. What a fun time. 

One activity I did with them was about desensitizing ourselves through sin and through our responses to fear and doubt. We watched an animated (oldie but a goodie) video that goes with Dieter Uchtdorf’s talk: a shower of heavenly blessings. 

I also bought some mberry miracle fruit tablets. They temporarily alter your taste buds and block sour receptors. I had a smorgasbord of sour candies, dill pickles, and cut up green apples, tart plums, grapefruit, green grapes, lemons, clementines, and two kinds of kiwi fruits. 

Their reactions were hilarious, and I later did this exercise at my sisters house for family dinner. Everything tasted different. It was wild. The Dill pickles were most noticeable and tasted like sweet pickles, which are an absolute abomination. Truly terrible terrible. The lemons wee actually delicious, like a little lemon starburst candy. But everything was missing the tartness they’re known for, or was bland and almost tasteless. We read about the people Enoch was called to preach repentance to. Their hearts were hardened from feeling, their ears would not hear, and their eyes would not see because of their wicked ness. I hope they remember this lesson. We are so lucky we have prophets and apostles reminding us to repent, take down the umbrellas of fear, doubt, and sin, and allow ourselves to fully feel the shower of heavenly blessings the Lord is pouring out upon us. 

I found a lovely late late night reader. Busted! And cute.

Fresh red for love month

Eggs are coming in again and it might be time to clip some wings. 😂

Spring training schedule. I’ve made no official decisions about the Bentonville Half Marathon yet. Training gets harder and a little more lonely every year. I am running though. I ran 6 very slow miles on Friday and felt fantastic. I don’t know how it will go, but I’ll try to get to 8 miles at the run 4 Jen memorial run. If I can make it to 8 and feel alright, I’ll keep going and train for the half. A few back to back autoimmune flare ups have made running much slower than it used to be. I’m ok about it. I miss the drive and Dream-motivation to shoot for running a sub 2 hour half and I’m kind of sad I never accomplished that. After meniscus trouble 18 months ago, I really am just grateful to be running. 

Sunday Best. 

It is a wonderful thing to get to be a boy mom. 

Sunday family dinner at Paul and HolleeAnn’s to celebrate Gigi’s bday. My parents weren’t well, but Mattie and Kevin came and the girls had Barbie-palooza while the rest of us visited and played a game of imposter.