The Ironman

I should really let Phil write this, but that isn't going to happen. Right now he's sitting on the couch eating the ice cream that he told me not to buy anymore. Oh and making the most horrible sounds while he eats it too. It must be a Graves thing to have your chewing sounds be akin to nails on a chalkboard for some people because it runs in his family and hopefully Lily girl doesn't inherit the super annoying chewer gene. Maybe she will inherit the easily annoyed by chewing sounds gene (I know my brother is with me on this because he could not stand having anyone eat cereal next to him growing up...and probably still can't.) I'm about to have to leave the room because the sounds coming from the couch are killing me. I will have to be strategic about where I sit at the Thanksgiving table this year...

So back to the Ironman. Well it was Lily's first plane ride and she was a pretty good traveling companion. Phil managed to pack everything that he needed including his bike and make it to Florida in one piece with his parents, and they picked L and I up from the airport. Even sweet Dodge boy came. There were several meetings and bike check ins and the like prior to the actual event, and lots of catering to little Phil. The day of the race we went out to the start and watched the swim and the start of the bike, then came back that night to watch the finish. Phil had a really good time and was very happy with his performance and I am happy for him and also very glad that the Ironman is over and that he has more time to spend with his family and new baby. They were pretty lucky that the Ironman wasn't a day later because a tropical storm stirred up the water and brought in rain the following days and the red flags that signaled no swimming were flying high. Phil had a few small nagging injuries that kept flaring up the weeks and months prior to the race and he was a bit worried about them causing problems during the race, but luckily he felt wonderful all day, and the worst thing that happened was a giant blister on the bottom of his foot.

I don't really know what more to say because it was Phil's race, not mine, but I do have pictures!

Friends at last

Happy Dodge..You are going to do what?Ok, this isn't so bad!

Baby Giraffe

I should hire my friend Emily to be my personal shopper, because she always finds the cutest things for Lily. She found the most adorable giraffe costume [on sale too!] and so Lily was a giraffe for halloween. Although she didn't actually wear her costume on halloween night, but she wore it two other times and I'm going to try to get some cute pictures of her in it outside when I get a chance. Phil's work has a fun afternoon where the kids can come up and trick or treat in everyone's cubes, so I took her up there to visit daddy and show her off.