The Beatings Will Continue Until Morale Improves

Before you go calling child protective services, you might want to call parent protective services, the girls combined 38 pounds has been beating us into the ground, especially Mindy. She works in retail, so often she'll come home after a customer has beaten her up to babies who are not yet able to be empathetic. So, if you are a HyVee Drugstore customer, please be nice to the Pharmacy Manager, she's had a tough day before she even arrived at work!

Again, we really had some great help this weekend cleaning up the house and keeping the kids busy while we got some stress relieving activities in. I ran for the first time since last May when I was diagnosed with a stress fracture in my left leg. My time wasn't very good 22:27 in the 3 mile run, about 7:29 pace coming in 51st out of 961 runners which seems good, but my last half marathon at Drake relays I ran 13.1 miles at 7:52 pace. I think they said the temperature was somewhere between 9 and 15 degrees, though, so it was a bit hard to breathe.

Red Flannel Run. Red. Gosh.

The girls watching The Ankeny Girls play Southeast Polk. The Hawkettes will do better in the state tournament!

Rianne on the bouncey chair on a pillow until Megan comes over and says, "you know, this is adjustable."

In other news, I'll be doing a Poetry reading, seriously, at Beaverdale Books on Monday April 2nd at 6:30 PM, I came in 4th place in DMACC's Creative Writing Contest, but they call it Honorable Mention. Mindy caught me rapping to the girls this morning practicing my literary craft...it was really bad...not what I placed in the contest with for sure...it went something like this to the beat of Cuz the Boyz in the Hood:

'Cause the tripletz on Bel-Aire are always hard
Keep screamin' like that, lettin' out fartz
Knowin' nothin' in life but havin' a fit
Don't quote me girl, I'm can't say, "Words that rhymes with fit"

Teagan's bored as heck and wants to get ill
So she grabs her frog, and on the playmat chillz
Rianne's out there tryin' to pass a stool
Brielle turns away, she ain't no fool

Now Rianne says, "where's my binkie?"
Teagers says, "get it yourself stinky."
Brielle falls asleep with her thumb in place
Now daddy comes in with milk by the case

Cuz feedin' these triplets, cost more than a dolla'
Try five-hundred for just a month's fodder
Mom and Dad go outside, get a tent to sleep in
Oh, man, some quiet, we're not going back in.

'Cause the tripletz on Bel-Aire are always hard
Keep screamin' like that, lettin' out fartz
Knowin' nothin' in life but havin' a fit
Don't quote me girl, I can't say, "Words that rhymes with fit"

So here's Rianne in the Bouncer...

You see a kid in a bouncer. This is what a parent sees. (The girl in the middle)

 Here are some other random pics.

Pick me up first!

Hands up high!