My Husband Is A Stud

Mark ran a marathon on Saturday. Thats 26.2 miles!!! Holy cow! He did an amazing job. He ran it in four hours. We met him at the halfway mark and then at the finish line. I'm so proud of him. The poor guy is so sore now. He is walking like a grampa. He told me as soon as he finished that he's glad he did it but he never wants to do it again. I don't blame him. Thinking of running 26.2 miles makes my mind want to explode.


Grace and I went to McDonalds and played on the germ infested playset while were waiting to meet Mark at the finish line. I think Grace has a crush on Ronald. She has her hand on his lap!

Bed Head

Grace before she went to bed........

Grace after she woke up..... Love Her!