Refinancing, Running and Seether

Ok, so we finally refinanced. Can't remembered if I mentioned I was spending entirely too much time filling out paperwork, collecting paystubs, w-2s, etc and watching the mortgage rates bounce all over the place hoping they'd return to the lowest of the low. We finally decided to lock last week and snag a 4.75 rate. Woo-hoo! If we don't pay this off early, we end up paying about the same amount in interest we would have but now it is spread over 5 more years. But we'll probably pay it off early, hopefully, maybe, well we'll see how much remodeling, college, etc costs.

Anyway, I also just signed up to run the Seattle Rock n Roll Half Marathon. Yes, that's right. I can run, just really slow. I'll be happy to finish with the same time as the last half I did, which was about 2.5 hours. Don't laugh - remember where I said I was SLOW? I'm still hoping a running partner will magically appear. But if not, it should still be fun. Training starts April 5 and I expect to complain a lot.

Also, I heard a remake of Wham's Careless Whisper the other day by Sleether! Now, I had personally never heard of this band (which probably shows how out of touch I am), but Wham! holds a warm fuzzy place in my heart. And now so does Sleether. Hey, check it out, you might like it too.

Mystified by a 3 year old

This last weekend mostly sucked. There were a few bright moments:
- swimming with the kids
- having my BFF from college over for dinner
- getting to eat the rest of the cake while the kids were napping

Otherwise, it was lame. Jeff was cranky all weekend long. He was even cranky during family night when we watched Toy Story 2. How can you be cranky during TS2? Bob is going through some kind of strange toddler phase. He turns into a mess for no apparent reason and then won't snap out of it. I'm going to have to hone my patience because so far, I haven't been doing well with the emotional breakdowns several times a day. After swimming, I turned into the mommy I never wanted to be. Bob had an accident in the bathroom while we were trying to get to the potty. So, I was cleaning it up and then putting a fresh pair of pants on him and I told him to pull them up and he started screaming and was just standing in the bathroom stall with his pants around his legs crying. I think he was experiencing low blood sugar because I know I just wanted to go home and get lunch. But I was so frustrated and we ended up sitting on the floor of the dressing room while he cried and I kept saying "I don't know what the problem is. Can you tell me what is wrong?" as tens of people walked by staring at me. Luckily, Kiera seemed happy to stand next to us and people watch. But sometimes, I wonder if she is learning the wrong message from all these interactions. She keeps saying things like, "I don't cry, Mommy" and I keep telling her it is ok to cry. Sigh.