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26.2: Training South of the Border March 13, 2013

Hola! We’ve been on an incredible journey this last week to Puerto Vallarta and back. It was such a blessing to escape the chilly temperatures of good old Spokane, WA and bask in the glow of the sunshine on a beautiful beach. Not only did we warm up our toes but we rejuvenated our spirits. You just have to get away every so often!

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 We swam with dolphins, saw a mother whale and escort whale teaching a baby whale to breach the waters and even tried to save some darling baby turtles left behind on the beach.  I even read a book – en entire book (can’t remember the last time that happened)!

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We mostly hiked, swam and carried around our 21 month old sun for cross training but I was able to work in some light training jogs on the sandy beaches:

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 But as all goods these do, our trip had to come to an end.  The following day my training run wasn’t quite so warm and wonderful…

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I was so grateful to return home to donations in my mail box and appreciate all the love and support you’ve all provided so far. I’m over half way to my goal and with your continued support I know we can make some miracles happen!

Please consider a donation of any size – every step, every mile and every single dollar helps!

http://pages.teamintraining.org/wa/rnrseatl13/cyurik

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26.2: Making Every Mile Count February 24, 2013

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TAKING 55,334 STEPS IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION

Greetings from our happy little home to yours! I hope 2013 is off to an amazing start and this letter finds you and your family happy and well. Our family is doing wonderful. Ethan is a 30lb walking, talking, and football throwing 1½ year old who continues to amaze us daily with his light, laughter and purity of heart. We are truly blessed and it is in evaluating our many blessings that I began to think of those less fortunate. The holidays always bring to light the many ways we can help others through food drives, donations and gifts of service but there just seems to be something more we can always do.

You may remember back in 2006 when I took on the daunting task of training for a full marathon while fundraising for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society with Team in Training. I was looking to get involved in our community and inspired by the recent news of a dear friend who was just diagnosed with Leukemia. Leukemia is a malignancy of the blood-forming tissues – bone marrow, lymph nodes and spleen. It is established that leukemia and other blood cancers will strike over 100,000 Americans this year. Every week 1,155 Americans lose their lives to this disease that is the number one killing disease of children, yet affects 10 times as many adults. The LLS and TNT fund research that has improved the effectiveness of treatment methods and brings us closer to finding the cause and probable cures. Funds raised by the TNT for the LLS have pioneered 6 drugs that are also used in the treatment of breast and ovarian cancer.

In 2006 when I started training my “running resume” boasted only one Bloomsday; but with determination I set out to train day in and day out as my team and I raised awareness and much needed funds to further research and care for patient needs. Fundraising was incredibly fun and rewarding. Training for my first marathon – a little less fun but also rewarding. Running my first marathon – a NIGHTMARE!

For those of you who don’t know the story, here it is in a nutshell:

Seattle had the worst weather they had ever seen in the history of their November marathon. Horrible winds, freezing temperatures, hail storms and unthinkable amounts of rain attacked the pavement and every runner on the 26.2 mile course. My first 12 miles were strong, I felt motivated and confident. David had run the majority of my training runs with me and signed up for the race the day before – my hero! He made it 16 miles before an injury took him off the course and away from my side. I now felt like the only person out there in a sea of cold and gloom. Every step ached, my stride slowed and little did I know hypothermia was slowly setting in. David offered me encouragement over the phone as I trudged forward with a heavy heart. Waves of water crashed down from the overpass above as I neared the downtown area and finish line. Then in a moment of absolute weakness when I thought I really couldn’t go on – my team captain found me practically crawling down the course. It was pointless to stop and be stranded in that cold and she gave me the final shot of encouragement that I needed to press on a few more miles. When I turned that last corner before the final stretch to the finish line there they were, more LLS/TNT trainers, fellow teammates and supporters – cheering me on to the finish line. And at last, I made it, barely… but I MADE IT! The video of me crossing the finish line, frozen, exhausted and confused, is quite comical. It took one hour to get my core body temp back to normal in the first aid tent but I didn’t care. I completed my mission – I ran, hobbled and prayed my way through 26.2 miles in 6 hours, 4 minutes and 37 minutes!

A year later I trained with my father for the Phoenix Rock ‘n Roll marathon – PHOENIX being the operative word there – the weather was superb!!! I fundraised again and trained on my own via a virtual LLS team since there was no local team running that particular race. I ran stronger and more consistent yet was exhausted by mile 20. But there, with my father by my side I crossed the finish line in 5 hours, 51 minutes and 9 seconds!

You might be asking yourself – what was I thinking?? How could I have ever signed up for a second marathon after my experience with the first, let alone a third right??? The answer is simple. There is a need and the need is great. Yes, I push my body to its breaking point on 20 mile training runs, yes I am filled with a special kind of fear no matter where the course is or what the weather is like but I guarantee that the physical and mental toll on me is nothing compared to months of chemotherapy that can break down a patient’s body and spirit. For these patient’s the wear and tear on their body is not optional and anything I can do to see to it that someone has their medicine, necessary travel arrangements to treatment centers and to further research towards a CURE, then I will do it!

Some of you may not know that on November 13, 1995, with very little notice, David lost his father, John Paul David Yurik to a very aggressive form of Leukemia. I run for and in memory of my father in law, Ethan’s late Grandpa John, who we’ll never have the great privilege to me meet. He lost his life far too young to this horrible blood cancer leaving behind his lovely wife Peggy and three beautiful children Tami, David and Paul.

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Today, February 24th, 2013 would have been John’s 64th Birthday, we love and miss him dearly!

I run in hopes of making sure that every child affected with this horrible disease (directly or indirectly) has the resources, care and treatments they need to fight the battle every day until that life altering moment when they cross their finish line and hear those two magnificent little words – “CANCER FREE!”

I run, for those who can’t run for themselves.

This year I also run in honor of my Aunt Elizabeth and dear friend Lynn who are breast cancer survivors and two of the strongest women I know; for my Uncle Tim who is battling prostate cancer; for our honored team-mates Layla Hefter and Jessica Lowery who are battling blood cancer and are an inspiration to us all; and I will also run for and/or in memory of your loved ones too. I will provide you with ribbon to write their name(s) and even decorate (if you like) and I will sew each ribbon to my race singlet and carry your loved ones with me all 26.2 miles.

“I used to run to get where I was going, but I never thought it would take me anywhere.” Forrest Gump

My goal is to raise $3,000 for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society as well as finish the race in 5 hours or less. I have made a commitment to run this marathon and bring us 26.2 miles closer to providing hope, peace and freedom to those battling blood cancer. Please join me in the fight – your generous contribution and prayers are so desperately needed and will make all the difference in the world to those in need. Your donation is tax deductible and 78% of every dollar raised goes directly to fund research and to patient care, even right here in our very own community.

You can donate here on my fundraising webpage http://pages.teamintraining.org/wa/rnrseatl13/cyurik Please also consider checking with your company to see if they will match your charitable contribution. Every step, every mile and every dollar counts!

 

One Year Ago June 6, 2012

Filed under: about me,Birthdays,ethan,faith,family,motherhood — cyurik @ 1:03 am

One year ago at this very time I noticed something in my pregnancy was just a little bit different from what it had been.  I was just over 37 weeks and feeling pretty good, typical third-trimester discomfort aside.  I noticed that the contractions I’d been having for several weeks were getting closer and closer together.  Convinced that this was all in my head I kept it to myself and tried to get some sleep.  After an hour of lower back pain, tossing and turning and many trips to the ladies room I wasn’t going to get much sleep that night.  Oh, how I tried though.  I didn’t want to do the whole “it’s time!” rush off to the hospital with excitement and anticipation only to be sent back home game.  But after another hour of tossing and turning and what seems like 50 more trips to the ladies room I finally shouted to David – “babe, I think we need to call the Dr!” 

We arrived at the hospital at 1 am with contractions 4 minutes apart but dilated to only a 1cm.  They had us hold court in the maternity triage area until I progressed to a 2cm which was slow going.  Labor was mostly in my lower back and the pain medication they gave me didn’t seem to help.  Finally seeing that even though I was progressing so slowly but was in so much pain they allowed me to “check in” to a birthing room without actually being admitted.  The hope was that the jetted bathtub would soothe the back pain.  It definitely helped. 

Poor David was so sweet trying to rub my back, help me breathe – all the tricks we learned in our birthing class but I couldn’t stand any pressure and kept pushing the poor guy away.  I convinced him hit to the couch to try to get some sleep knowing that I was going to need him very soon; he was already running on empty from the long days work and the HUGE tossing and turning wife just hours before in our usually cozy bed.  Finally I was a 2cm after another hour or so and we were officially admitted to the hospital to have our baby.  Our Dr felt confident that we would be welcoming Ethan to the world that day.  I progressed slowly a while more and then before we knew it I was at a 7cm. 

Thank God for epidurals! My lower back pain was unbearable and it made me so much more comfortable.  I was even able to get some rest as I stayed at 7cm for quite some time.  The equipment monitoring Ethan’s stats were pretty noisy and alarming as his heart rate led us to have some concern.  Our Dr checked in on us around 9 am and found that I made it to 8cm.  She then broke my water and said I could expect to meet Ethan before lunch. 

Mom and Dad were on their way from Kalispell and due that early afternoon.  I was so excited that they wouldn’t have to wait for hours while their daughter was in labor and that they could meet their first grandson upon their arrival.  Oy, was I wrong.  Even at 8cm and my water broken labor seem to begin to slow back down.  Ethan’s heart rate continued to give cause for concern so our Dr advised she would like to administer Pitocin to help speed things along.   That is the moment I knew things were not going to go as planned.  Having heard horrible experiences from friends who took the Pitocin path I had some questions.  Our main concern was that the drug could actually cause more distress for Ethan in which case I would be rushed away to an emergency c-section and with my rock at my side.  I asked instead if we could calmly all go right into a c-section that minute and the Dr was pleased with my request.  This way David was with me, there was to be less risk to Ethan (we thought) and I wouldn’t be so scared (that didn’t quite pan out like I thought).

Our amazing Dr gave us 5 minutes to wait for my mom and dad who were pulling off the freeway and heading up the hospital.  Since they were so close I really wanted to see them before going into surgery.  I was nervous and needed their reassurance that I could get the job done and we would all be ok.  Mothers have a way of holding your hand and easing your worry don’t they!  I hope I have that effect on my son I remember thinking.  Dad smiled and hugged me and gave me that fatherly pep talk that only he can give without uttering a single word.  I’d also had my beautiful mother-in-law with us at the hospital that morning which was comforting for me as the one in labor but also because she was there for David which helped me to relax a bit.  She also took a few pictures of us before we left:

We were off to surgery, leaving our family behind us in a blur as we moved forward on God’s good grace.  It would be hours before I would see them again.  The surgical room is so white and there were so many Dr’s, Nurses and the like that the experience seemed to just swirl around me.  It seemed almost like I wasn’t even there.  Completely out of it on the pain meds – GREAT pain meds with so many people talking to us seemingly all once.  David was always by my side, holding my hand and helping to keep us both calm.  They laid me out in the shape of a cross, arms extended from my sides and strapped down.  I warned the staff that they were likely to hear me sing prayers/nursery rhymes when I get scared or nervous and they laughed probably not know how dead serious I was about that. 

Our Dr made the cut and worked very hard to get Ethan out.  I remember the intense shove on my abdomen as they tried to push him out.  It was odd, it didn’t hurt but my whole body felt the force of that “blow” and shortly there after at 1:38 pm, Ethan was born.  I longed to hear the one sound any new mother or father wants to hear when their baby is born, but we didn’t.  “Is he ok?”  “David, can you see anything?”  More medical staff entered the room.  David looked scared which sent a chill through my very core.  Ethan was carried around the left of me when I caught a glimpse of his little purple body.  David I could tell was torn – Dr’s were still pushing and pulling on me, trying to put me back together – his wife who was laying with her belly cut open and exposed – a bloody site for sure; all the while to his left he could hear no baby cries and see a small little creature who was purple and blue.   He was helpless much as our baby was and left to put all of his faith in God that my Dr’s could and would take care of me and that the many Dr’s working on Ethan could and would help Ethan.  One of Ethan’s Dr’s is the head of the NICU and announced they had to ventalate and rush Ethan up to the NICU.  I could see the fear in David’s eyes and could deny my own – I couldn’t go – I was tied down and couldn’t walk if tried.  I had nothing but my faith to go on.  “David, go with Ethan – I’m fine… all these Dr’s are here for me but Ethan needs one of us – go!”  And he was gone.  Ethan had been safe inside my tummy for almost 9 months and I hated that thought of him leaving, one of us had to be with him. 

Let the singing and the praying begin.  It took a lot of work to put me back together and those poor Dr’s and nurses were stuck hearing my singing and praying.  They were so good about it, cheered me on, asked what I was singing and most of all reassured me that the Dr’s would keep me apprised of Ethan’s status as much as possible.  I begged for them to let my father come in.  My husband was gone, Ethan was gone – I was surrounded by people but felt so very alone.  ‘Heavenly father, thank you for the gift that was carrying a child in my tummy these many months.  Please father, watch over him now when I cannot.  Please father don’t take him from us, please…’  ‘I see the moon and the moon see’s me, the moon see’s somebody I wanna see… God bless the moon and God bless me, and God bless the one I love…”  I’d been singing that song to Ethan for months while he was floating around in my belly and praying to God that Ethan could hear me singing it now and know that I wasn’t far away. 

I was then wheeled off to recovery – no one prepares you for recovery.  It took forever!  They wouldn’t wheel me up to see Ethan, I was waiting for updates and getting none – couldn’t feel my legs and was starving and dehydrated.  All of which paled in comparison to the fear I was suppressing about Ethan’s condition.  Finally a light – they let my father come sit with me in recovery and said once I could wiggle my toes they would let me go back to my room and to see Ethan.  Dad sat with me for a long time.  David’s mother, my mother, and several of our closest friends were waiting in the wings anxiously awaiting word just like me. 

At last, Ethan’s Dr came in to report that Ethan was stable, his lungs weren’t quite as ready as my body was to bring him into the world and that they would be keeping a very close eye on him.  He advised me that David requested he come talk to me so that one of us was always with Ethan.  I sent Dad out to make sure our family knew the latest update and asked for visits with mom and friends, one after another.  I didn’t want to be alone – alone was torture under the circumstances. 

Ethan was in the NICU for 15 days.  Welcome to Motherhood!  We were dealt a heavy hand right up front – these scrapbook layouts show the many stages, fears, and triumphs that was our two weeks in the hospital: 

At last, after 15 days and a rollercoaster of emotions – we get to take out baby home.  He is perfect, healthy and a still the picture of perfect health today.  It has been an absolute amazing year.  I cannot imagine life without Ethan and thank God every single day for the blessings he has given us this in our healthy, beautiful, charming and talented baby boy.  He is so smart and I truly believe he was in on God’s plan the whole time.  We are stronger in our marriage, our faith, our love and our family after going through all of this.  These weeks while extremely difficult and trying beyond measure have blessed in so many ways.

 

 

 

I thank you for stopping by to ready my post/blog.  I normally would spend days proofing this but I’m currently planning the birthday bash of the century for my little man and am off to bake 12 dozen cookies – Cookie Monster is coming to town and he LOVES his cookies!!!  So please forgive any grammar/spelling errors.  I simply wanted to share the journey that was the birth of our first child. 

I praise God for his love and kindness and wish my Ethan

the happiest of Birthdays with all my Love!

 

Our Birthday Bloomsday Weekend Fun May 7, 2012

Our weekend started a gift from Ethan that he created with Linda, his teacher!  It is just darling and we will treasure it always!  It was a wonderful surprise to come home to after my volunteer shift at the Bloomsday tradeshow!

Our weekend continues with the arrival of Grandpa, Auntie Rachie & boyfriend Jayson and Cousin Riley who are all in town for Bloomsday.  We carbed up on Spaghetti and garlice bread and settled in to a good nights sleep! 

Saturday morning we all ventured out to watch Ethan’s final swimming lesson with Daddy. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He did so great but daddy did say that Ethan was a little more skiddish about the water slide finale this time around.   His still came down smiling and doing great though!  We were even able to get video that I’ll try to share soon!

Our little “Shrimp/Kipper” has graduated his second series of swim classes!  Michael Phelps, watch out!

Every year David and I celebrate our holiday birthdays (May Day & Cinco de Mayo) by having a great meal with friends and family.  This year  – the big 35 is upon us and we decided that with Ethan’s birthday bash just around the corner we’d better do a much smaller gathering so that I still have energy left for all our new parenting activities.  So we fired up the grill and served ribs with salads and all the fixings!  My ribs are not given justice by this photo but they are pretty tasty!  My own spice rub blend and bbq sauce make for good eats and future summer time grilling blog post.  Stay tuned…

 

 I threw in some new recipes that sounded very “pinteresting!”  Check out theloadedbowlrecipe and cornandblueberrysalad  – YUM!   Three cakes finished off the meal: My Banana Cake, Blueberry Cheesecake (just because it sounded good) and this year for David – Strawberry Cake with Lemonade Cream Cheese Frosting which put us all in a food coma for sure!  More on these great summer recipes to come!

I love when we can all get together and just visit, laugh and now watch all our little kiddos skamper about! 

    

 It amazes me how quickly the children grow! 

Even the newest member to our group – Noah 🙂

 

 So we are carbed up, rested and ready to race! 

Bloomsday 2012 – HERE WE COME!

 

 

My goal: 1hr 20 min – Actual: 1hr 23 min – ugh! 

But I finished 🙂 

 Everyone did a great job and congrats to Rachie and Jayson on their first of many Bloomsday victories!  Off to the corporate cup tent I went for good eats and massage – then after picking Ethan up from Grandma’s we headed home to hit the hot tub!  Which is exactly where we found grandpa and company already relaxing in the sun!

The perfect way to finish celebrating Bloomsday is this – amazing waffles hot off the greatest birthday gift ever!  My father completely refurbished this industrial waffle iron for me and it is the coolest thing I’ve seen!  It pumps out waffles like you wouldn’t believe and boy they were tasty!  Thanks Dad!!!

 As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end… and Grandpa has to say goodbye for about 4 weeks until Ethan’s first birthday.  Oh what seriously silly fun I have in store for us the week of my angels special day.  I thank God for my family, friends and all those who add joy and light to our lives!  You are all loved! 

  

“God be with you ’til we meet again…”

 

Our First Easter with Ethan April 9, 2012

You are more loved than you will ever know, by someone who died to know you.
 ~Romans 5:8
 
Ethan awoke to some gifts from the Easter Bunny!
 
 
Lovely spring weather, a fabulous brunch with our loved ones and Ethan’s first Easter egg hunt all contributed to making this a day worth remembering for a lifetime.  Miles really showed Ethan how to round up those eggs and was so sweet when saying his goodbyes.  He made sure to give a hug and kiss to everyone.  He is such a sweet boy and will be a wonderful big brother!  Our little lovey was happy to spend time with Grandma and Neil, Uncle Paul, his godmother Alicia and family and enjoyed a little of our Easter ham and homemade bread. 
 

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My two days of cooking and preparing our brunch was worth it as the meal and desserts were all well received.  My first Easter brunch menu included cranberry glazed ham, honey bacon, quiche brownies, orange cream french toast, lemon cream pancakes with blueberry orange sauce, fresh fruits with sauces, deviled eggs, cheesy wheat spirals, cocunut cream pie, sugar cookies, chocolate mint brownies, chocolate pudding cupcakes, “peep”-tinis and David’s Kool-aid creation.  I even attempted homemade bread in the shape of a bunny but he looked a bit more like a turtle.  He was a tasty loaf none-the-less. 

I’m quite pleased with my centerpiece and have even prepared a condensed version of it to take to work and share some left-over Easter treats with my work “peeps.”  

As usual I didn’t get to photograph my entire buffet before the digging in commenced but I will try to post recipes with pictures very soon. 

I can’t think of a better way to have spent an afternoon than to look to God with gratitude for his love, sacrifice and many gifts, to warm our spirits, hearts and tummy’s with laughter and joy and to watch our son learn and grow before our very eyes. 

 

First Hair Cut – Poor Momma March 26, 2012

Filed under: about me,ethan,faith,family,motherhood — cyurik @ 10:06 pm
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Yes – if this were to be a headline in the newspaper it would read:

 

Child’s First Hair Cut Traumatized Mother!”

 

You see, I had been putting off cutting Ethan’s hair.  I looove his baby hair.  It’s thick and lush and furry around his ears.  He is just too cute. 

And everyone warns “when you cut his hair he’ll look so much older…”  I kept telling my husband and our friends this who would often proclaim – “Geesh, it’s time to cut that hair!”  I was all to content to let it grow and grow, he was going to be my little surfer dude.  But then a couple Saturday mornings back as I kept sweeping his hair out of his eyes so that he could see I realized I may have let go of some of his golden locks. Off to the salon we went.  Maybe I could part with some of his hair but I certainly would not be the one to do it!  That’s way to much pressure for me.  So we called on a professional to help us through this first hair cut process. 

We really only intended for a trim but Ethan truly is the most patient and adaptable little guy.  The stylist was able to give him a full on cut and the hair just kept falling!  I held Ethan in my lap with him facing me for the big event.  Daddy was on photographer duty.  A tough job since we were moving around so much! 

This experience really is testament to the fact that our little man is such an easy-going baby.  He didn’t mind a bit.  Not like his momma – I cried almost the entire time.  I can’t even say that I really know why except at one particular moment that is:

 

 

 

 

At one point Ethan glanced at Ehtan and I swear I was holding the 1-year-old version of my husband.  Having scrapbooked all of David’s childhood photos Ihad a flash back to his baby pictures and just started crying. What a surreal moment – sitting in the barber chair, holding my baby that I could have sworn had morphed into my husband!  I always said before I was pregnant that I hoped God would bless me with a beautiful little toe head like his papa!  Thanks be to God, I got one!

 

Here is David getting his hair cut at age 3.

 

 

Well, I survived the 1st haircut ordeal and was so excited to see my little guy sporting his new do:

 

 Ethan – 8 Months Old – Feb 2012

 

A New Year… 2012 January 2, 2012

Filed under: about me,faith,family,resolutions,traditions — cyurik @ 9:12 pm

I have survived the holidays!  Survived probably isn’t the right word because I LOVE the holidays.  It is my time of year where everything around me glitters and I shine!  When I packed up Christmas yesterday (an all day event in our house) I was a little saddened as things seem plainer now without all the trees and lights.  My reward for my hard work though is the New Year! 

And so comes to mind the tradition of making RESOLUTIONS.  It’s hard to resist the opportunity of a new beginning, to leave the past behind and put the worries of the last year to bed.  Who gets to determine when the old ends and the new begins?  Is it a day on a calendar, a birthday, or a new year?  I think its an event.  Any event, big or small.  Something that changes you and ideally gives you hope.  A new way of looking at the world, of looking in the mirror even.  Letting go of bad habbits (bye-bye Christmas cookies!) and even old memories…  It’s up to each of us to take on the task of letting go and moving forward, but I for one love to make resolutions upon the dawning of the new year.  Sure I might break them but what is the harm in setting a goal and going for it?

I guess what’s important is that we never stop believing that we can always have a new beginning and that amidst all of the chaos, there are always a few things worth working towards.

 

My 2012 Resolutions

 

Weight/Training/Running

1) Hit a PB (personal best) at this year’s Bloomsday Race!

2) Lose 10 lbs.  I hit my pre-pregnancy weight four months after delivery but I was 10 lbs to heavy in my book when we conceived.  Time to tone it back up!

3) Be active every day!  This doesn’t mean I hit the treadmill for an hour run every day but at least be active in some manner…  Maybe walking with the girls at lunch, or with my family after work, working out, taking 8 flights of stairs instead of the elevators at the office, dance party with my baby, dance party on our xbox kinnect, or even my house cleaning regimend on Thursday nights – it’s intense so it counts!

4) Train for Disneyland Half Marathon on September 2, 2012  (hubby won’t allow full marathons any more – they tear me up!)  I’ve currently run 2 fulls, 2 halfs and 12 other area races such as Bloomsday, Cherry Pickers Trot and Spring Dash and am looking to add to the list!

Other Goals for 2012

1) Family Night on Wednesdays – before we had Ethan we tried to make sure to set a night aside during the week to spend together as a couple.  It’s easy to get caught up in the busy ins and outs of each day and lose sight of each other week after week.  Especially me, as I always have 5,000,000 things on my list of stuff I’d like to do.  Now that we have Ethan – it’s family night! 

2) Date Night – Once a Month – it’s hard to get away just the two of us but it’s so important to make sure we have time for just the two of us.  We’ll take turns planning date night, arranging for Grandma’s, Grandpa’s or Mi-Ma’s to sit and hit the town.

3) Spend Less – Much Less!  It’s been a spendy year for us gearing up for baby, then his 15 days in the NICU and all of the normal spending we have month to month…  Time to stop spending, replenish, save and plan for Baby Yurik #2 to come in the near future we hope.

4) Travel – I want to give Ethan trips and memories that we weren’t able to do when I was a child.  I’m thinking a series of mini adventures, our Disneyland adventure late summer and maybe Hawaii in the winter sometime.  We’ll have to see what time and spending less this will allow us to do.

5) Sunday Dinners – I’d like to start always having family meal at the table each week.  I know Ethan is young but we are still in the habit of eating in front of the tv most nights and I want him to grow up knowing our fmaily will meet around the dinner table to discuss the day and share our joys together as a family, and most importantly to give thanks to God for all we have.

 

God, David, Ethan, Family, Friends and Work

 

Lord, bless us all as we embark upon 2012.  Another year is fast upon us and as we praise thee with much gratitude for the many blessings of last year and all those before it… for the health of our children and families, for the love and friendships we sometimes take for granted and for so much more.  We look to thee to guide us forward with brave spirits and couragoues faith as we march forward.  Keep us all Lord, in thy warm blanket of love and protection.  Bless us that we will always be mindful of your great presence in our lives.   In Jesus’ name, Amen.