Saturday, March 17, 2012

Hunter's indoor soccer 2-12


This is officially Hunter's 2nd indoor soccer season.  However, the first season hardly counts as he was less than interested.  This season has been a blast though.  He got to play with his cousin, Luke and his little buddy from the neighborhood, Ryker.
Gettin' ready!

Lukeeee


And he's off...






A little congratulatory hug from Coach
I just want to squeeze that little face!

Hi Mom!

GOOOAAAAL!


A little celebratory dance

He's recruited the whole team in his dance... well, almost the whole team.





WE'RE NUMBER 1








And So it Begins...


Carson has now played soccer for 5 years... most seasons going straight from outdoor to indoor to outdoor to indoor.... and so on.  He played his first season when he was 3 years old and Brad coached his team. It's no surprise that Hunter is following in his footsteps.  At Carson's games, you can usually find Hunter on the side line kicking a soccer ball around.
Playin' w Bella

We always knew that having two boys would mean a lot of long game-filled Saturdays.  Honestly, I've been eagerly awaiting those Saturday's.  I have so loved watching Carson grow and get better each season, each year.  He's never lacked in the area of confidence.  At his age, they don't keep score... well officially.  However, you can always count on Carson to let you know what the score is and how many goals and assists he has had.


We put Hunter in an indoor league last year when he was 3 years old and it proved to be just a little too early. He didn't seam to be interested in much - other than the net of course.


















Last fall, at the beginning of the AYSO season, we registered Hunter for outdoor.  However, he was still not fully potty trained (refused to go #2 in the potty) so Brad told him that only big boys get to play soccer and if he didn't want to poop in the big boy potty then he couldn't play soccer.  We thought this would be enough motivation for him to start going in the potty but alas, we had to pull him before the season started :(  He spent the whole season on the side line, watching Carson play.  He let us know every game, just how much he wish he was playing.  During several practices, Carson's Coach allowed Hunter to practice with them which just made his day!

Well, tomorrow marks the beginning of the era of two boys in sports.
As I said earlier, I've always looked forward to this day.  However, reality set in when I put everything in my calendar.  This is what this week looks like;

Wednesday: Hunter 1hr practice
Thursday: Carson 1 hr practice
Saturday: 9:00 am - Carson outdoor game
                11:00 am - Hunter outdoor game
                12:30 pm - Hunter indoor game

We're ready though! 



Saturday, February 11, 2012

face your fears!

My first triathlon is officially in the books.  Brad's cousin, Mat, asked me to come do this "mini-tri" with him at the Clearfield rec center where he works out.  At first I was apprehensive as it was only a couple weeks away and I've been training on a schedule based on my first tri not being until May.   (Woman of Steel Sprint Triathlon)  After Brad so lovingly told me to get over my fear, buck up and do it, I decided to give it a try.  Ok, to be fair to Brad, what actually happened was this... I told him I didn't know if I wanted to do it because it was so soon and I didn't feel ready yet.  I am still new in the pool and am still battling against what feels like a brick wall of 50 meters.  The swim is 300 meters and I struggle to get past 50 without having to stop for several seconds.  So Brad asks, "have you swam 300 meters before?" "yes, but not with out stopping!"  "So what are you so afraid of?  So what if you have to stop, or you're not fast.  If you don't want to do this race because you're scared, then get over it and do it!  You know you aren't going to drown so just commit!" he says.  I reason with myself that it will be good to have a "practice run" to get some of the nerves and "unknowns" of a new sport out of my system.  FINE!  I commit to the race and Mat signs me up.  That was 2 weeks ago.

In my training, I have been focusing mostly on the swimming, a good amount on the bike but hardly any running at all.  I'm still dealing with this stupid bugling disc in my back and trying to figure out how to run in spite of it but it's proving to be very difficult and even more frustrating.  So I've only been running once/wk, sometimes for only 3-4 miles.  If I'm honest, I was really confident about the run and bike.  The bike is only 7 miles and the swim only 2 miles.  Surely, those distances will be a breeze!

It was really nice going in to today's race with absolutely no expectations... other than to finish :)  Well, I guess I did have some expectation regarding the run.  I wanted to avg. a 9 min./mile pace.  Other than that though, I really had no expectations.  This was an odd feeling for me as I always go in to races with a goal.  Also, because you start in heats of 5 people, you really have no idea where in the race the people around you are at so you tend not to feel like you have to compete with them.  I was able to just completely focus on competing with my own little voice... on simply doing my best at any given moment.  I try to go in to road races with this attitude but it's nearly impossible.  Inevitably, the competitive voice in my head takes over and I am consumed with competing with the person next to me.  This usually ends up not in my favor :)

We got to the rec center really early so I had plenty of time to get my transition center set up by the bike.  I fit the bike to my personal settings, laid out my shorts and water battle and had a head band ready to go.  Even after Mat walked me through the rec center to show me exactly where we would transition to each leg and where the running track was, we still had about 20 minutes to kill.  So as I sat and waited, the nerves finally set in.

We move over to the pool and before I know it, the horn sounds and we are off.  I was feeling eally good down the first 25 meters only to look up and see the people in the two lanes to my right (one of which was Mat) were more than half a lane ahead of me already.  I have to tell myself; "Alicia, don't worry about them!"  Low and behold, at 50 meters I am already spent.  I decide to turn on my back and do a lap of backstroke.  Ultimately, I ended up doing 4 of the 12 laps in backstroke, the other 8 in freestyle.  I step out of the pool and see the time says 8:09 (my actual time was 8:03 but apparently it took me 6 seconds to get out of the pool and look at the clock :)  My arms feel like jello.

On to the bike. I run to the spin room where the bikes are, throw my shorts on, dry my feet off, put my shoes on and hop on the bike.  (This transition definitely took longer than I wanted.)  My legs felt totally strong but I had this strange burning sensation in my forearms... something I don't think I have ever really felt before.  It was so weird, I didn't feel like I could hold on to the handle bars.  On a spin bike, you can ride w/o holding on, but when I'm riding outside on a road bike I can't exactly just let go :)  I'm going to need to figure this out!  I tried to keep the bike between about 110 - 116 rpm.  I finished the 7 miles in 15:35.

In order to get to the track, you have to run half way down the building and up two flights of stairs.  9 loops around the track is 1 mile so we had 18 laps to go.  I was feeling strong but extremely hungry.  I realized that I had only eaten when I left the house this morning which was 1 hr 45 min before race time.  My body needed food!  I also had sharp pain in both sides of my upper chest near my shoulders.   This isn't new.  I've felt this plenty when I run.  It comes from poor posture.  I was trying to keep my posture and stand up straight but it was proving to be really difficult.  I was much more tired than I had anticipated.  I had really taken the running for granted.  I thought the run would be a breeze and it was the hardest part.  Makes sense, given it's the last leg but still, it was only 2 miles.  I didn't look at my watch every lap, but each lap I did time, I was between 55-65 seconds so I was feeling confident that I was holding my goal pace of 9 min/mile.  A volunteer yelled out that I had one lap left and I ran that lap as fast as I could!  Out the doors, down the stairs and to the finish.

YEA!  The feeling you get when crossing a finish line will never get old!  Today was no different.  In fact, I was elated.  In all honesty I was feeling extremely proud of myself!  In terms of my time (I didn't know my finish time yet), I was feeling like I did ok but had solidified the feeling that I have such a LONG way to go.

Mat finished the swim in incredible time (4:30) and felt he had done really well on the bike and run (we didn't know those times yet) so he wanted to stick around for the awards to see if he placed.  The results came in and.... WHAT?  I finished with the fastest time in the pool among the females.  Are you kidding me?!  Swimming is my weak spot!
Total time (including transitions): 46:43
This meant I finished 4th overall (including men and women), 2nd in females and first in my age group (19-29).  The overall female winner finished in 43:49.   I was in complete shock.  I genuinely didn't expect to place at all, let alone, 2nd in females!  To hear everyone in the room ooh and awe at my time and cheer me on as I accepted my cute valentines award (including a gift certificate for a facial), was extremely gratifying.  I wasn't expecting to win anything at this race!!!!!  This is all relative to your competition of course, but I'm so thankful for these results because it has given me a much needed boost in my confidence.

I told myself at the end of 2010 that I was going to do a triathlon in 2011.  I chickened out, overcome with fear of swimming and fell back into the comfort of running.  When I injured my back in August of 2011 and was told that if I wanted to still be active, I needed to cycle and swim, I succumbed to the idea that I would finally learn how to swim.  I have SUCH a long way to go with swimming, I need to commit more time in the pool and more time working specifically on my stroke.  I also need to do some duel training, going from the bike to a run, a swim to the bike, etc.
Overall, I am really happy about today.  I needed this!!!
Everyone said I'd be hooked after the first one.  They were right.  I can't wait until the next tri!  I don't want to wait until May so I will find another indoor to do before the main event in May :)





Friday, February 10, 2012

Privilege vs. Necessity


I saw this picture on facebook the other day.  There's a reason this picture has an emotional impact.  Yes, it is hard to see this starving child, facing a reality most of us go each day with out thinking twice about.  However, I think more than anything, it's impact comes from the fact that, like or not, we ALL play a role in this.
Like it or not, as Americans, we live in a society OVERWHELMED with consumerism.
I grew up in a family where if I wanted something "extra" (i.e. cool new clothes, new basketball shoes, etc) I had to work for it.  I babysat until I was able to get a "real job".  At age 14 I had my first job and have been working ever since.  Though I hated it at the time, I am very grateful for this experience as it has instilled in me a great work ethic and appreciation for a dollar earned.  It's been a very big challenge for me as a parent to create a healthy balance between wanting to provide my kids with the things I didn't have growing up and also wanting them to grow up with the same work ethic I did.  I admittedly have error-ed on the side of giving THINGS... STUFF to my kids.  They are blessed beyond measure, not just with STUFF but because they are surrounded with amazing extended family (something I didn't grow up with), from cousins to Aunts and Uncles, grandparents... all the way to the coolest great-grandparents one could wish for.  They have health, food, fun, clothes, a nice home in a great neighborhood, education, the list goes on.  But sadly I'm convinced they don't see it this way.  They have come to expect the necessities and somehow feel owed the privileges.  I'm being a bit dramatic because this is a big deal to me and unfortunately I know that it starts with Brad and I.  If we want them to have a grateful attitude and be thankful for their "necessities" and willing to work for "privileges", it's up to us to instill that in them.  First through example and then through lesson.  
This is a constant balancing act that we struggle with.  It's something always on our minds as we provide for and discipline the boys.  
Which brings me to another parenting challenge... discipline :) 
Carson has been lying so much lately that I see it becoming habit.  The thought of such scares me to no end.  He also has this dramatic, woe-is-me, expectant attitude that I have just had enough of.  Don't get me wrong, Carson is an amazing little kid.  He is a sweetheart and truly a lover at heart.  He has a bold personality and seeks approval and praise with great earnest.  Which often results in him seeking that attention in all the wrong ways.
Bringing these two things together (1. the need to define the difference between necessity and privilege and 2. figuring out effective ways to discipline Carson), has brought Brad and I to this...

I decided to ask Carson to make a list of everything he is thankful for...
Here is his list;
-My Family
-My Brother
-Halo Rach
-Xbox
-Bed
-TV
-House
-Nintendo 3DS
-rip stick
-scooter
-soccer
-baseball practice w Uncle Brad
-School
-recess
-food
-cool clothes
-friends

I then preceded to ask him which of these things he thought were necessities vs. simply privileges.  To my surprise he picked all the right things.  The ones highlighted in bold text above are what we determined as necessities.  (Notice that only "clothes" is highlighted, not "cool")  
We talked about how God has given us a resposibilty as his parents, to provide for him and we will always do so.  We will never take away food, clothes, shelter, family, etc.  As for everything else on the list however, it's fair game.  From now on, we will not simply "ground" him for a short period of time.  The lying and the attitude will result in privileges being taken completely away.  This list is what we will go off.  First on the list?  Recess.  I am going to speak with his teacher and (hopefully) get approval to take away recess privileges at school if necessary.  
I'm documenting this because I want the boys to be able to look back on these things when they are older.  I have no idea if this will work or not.  Regardless, we will continue to grow and learn as parents... hopefully doing something right along the way.  Thankfully we have God's help :)



Wednesday, February 8, 2012

...ing

Carson is such a funny kid.  One minute he's playing football and the next he's dancing and doing yoga.  He came home today with an assignment he did in school that just made me laugh.  The book is titled "My Book of Words Ending in ing."
The pictures speak for themselves so I'll just start there...



As I landed on the last page of the book (which ended up being the back of the book), this is what I found...
Bling?  Really?  Of all the words that end with ing, my 8 year old boy of all boys picks BLING :)
Love the picture that he drew along with it.  This just made me laugh!  I love this kid!

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

A Broken Button

Last fall Brad decided it would be a good idea for us to have a "Family meeting" of sorts every couple of weeks so as to create a habit and "normalcy" of open communication with the boys.  Even if it is simple and not too in depth now, considering they are still very young, Brad's thought was that it's best to start this as a habit now so that as they grow older, they feel comfortable talking to Mom and Dad about life and it's challenges.  I LOVED the idea.  This was all kind of spurred on because with our involvement in Operation 61, there's been a lot of talk about how important it is to talk to your kids about the tough stuff... sex, sexual abuse, porn, sex-trafficking, confidence/self-worth, how to treat a girl, etc etc.
Well, of course the Holidays create a crazy few months and we just never implemented the "Family Meeting."  However, come the first of the year, this was one of Brad's main goals.  This was very important to him.
We decided that every other Monday we will have the family meeting.  The meeting is a a safe place to talk about anything and everything.  You can express frustrations, appreciation, complaints, challenges, ideas, anything!  Sometimes we will go do something as a family instead of having a formal sit down.  Brad laid out some rules, etc.  The boys were totally on board!  I was so impressed and really proud of Brad in all of this.  He wrote up a whole outline for what the "Family Meeting" is.
As we had the first meeting two weeks ago, Carson brought up the idea that it would be helpful to have a "comment/suggestion" box where you can "anonymously" write down ideas, issues, complaints, suggestions, etc. to be addressed at the next meeting.  So, that night we made a cute little box with a hole in the top, put a pad of paper and a pen next to it and set it on the bookshelf in my office.  Every so often, Carson would come in and "secretively" write something down and put it in the box.
We also collectively agreed, as a family, that our main goal for the next two weeks would be NOT to yell so much.  Every one of us, mainly Mom and Carson needed to work on using calm voices if we get upset and not turn to yelling.

Last night we had our second meeting.  We talked about school, upcoming vacations, how things are going with the Nanny, etc.  Brad and I decided that Carson and Hunter's goal for the next two weeks needs to be regarding their relationship with each other.  Lately Carson has been bossing Hunter around entirely too much and subsequently, Hunter has been hitting Carson way too much.  So Carson is to stop bossing Hunter around and change the way he talks to him.  Hunter needs to work on 1. Not letting it bug him so much and 2. Not turn to hitting and fighting when he has an issue with something.

On to the box.  Brad opens the box and out comes a ton of folded up little pieces of paper.  There was probably 10 or more little notes... all but one from Carson :)
Hunter's note: "Boondocks"  Clearly his vote is for Boondocks.
Brad starts reading the other papers;
-"Airborne"
-"Boondocks"
-"Hunter is being mean"
-"I want to talk about school"
... and then it starts...
-"Mom is still yelling.  It hurts my feelings"
-"Mom is yelling still"  (Ouch. OK.  I get it.  I PROMISE I am working on this.)
-"I'm the one that broke the button on Mom's pillow."

WOW.  Really?  These meetings just might work.  Here's how this would normally go.
-I find out the button on my $40 Pottery Barn pillow has been broken off.  I ask the boys if they know what happened.  Carson denies knowing or doing anything.  We then find out it was really Carson.  We get in a big argument about lying, because is he is sticking to his story of innocence.  It turns to yelling.  Gets blown up way bigger than it needs to and ends with everyone frustrated.
I say this because this has been the scenario SO many times.  However, this little "comment box" somehow solicited the idea that "it's okay to tell the truth, even if you did something that will make Mom mad."  So instead... this is how it went:
Brad reads the little piece of paper.  We look at each other a little taken back by the "confessional", turn to Carson and express how proud we are of him for telling the truth (especially since we hadn't even asked them about the pillow yet), tell him it's just a pillow and we all move on.  *sigh*  So much better. Now I'm not saying that there's never going to be a time that Carson or Hunter "confess" something in these meetings that call for punishment.  However, if this opens a line of communication where they feel safe and comfortable telling us things that are uncomfortable or hard to talk about, then I say success!  


They are 8 years old and 4.5 years old.  Our hope is that this becomes a "culture"... a "habit" in our little family.  Communication is critical... especially as they enter pre-teen and teen years.  But not only communication, just simply time together.  Time spent together as a family in this crazy busy life of ours.  There are so many scary things in this world.  So many opportunities to fall.  But also so many opportunities to grow, learn, succeed.  We want to foster an environment that allows them to grow up to be strong, confident men of God.
This is just one step...

Dare Devil

Hunter informed Auntie Monnica today that he prefers to be referred to as "Dare Devil."  Well ok then.  :)