I thought it couldn't get any worse...

And then I burned it.

Still debating if I should give it as a thank you...

"Thanks so much for all the hard work, I thought you might like a burnt pie."

My first attempt at pie...

It is definitely hideous!  I am trying to give it as a thank you to my in laws for all their help with our move and renovating the house so far, they have cleaned, scraped stiple, washed and painted walls for us, so I thought a nice beautiful apple pie would be a nice thank you...

Well I now know why so many people just buy the pie crust at the shop, it isn't as easy as Martha Stewart makes it looks (or Mark Mogatas for that matter... what's your pie crust tricks and recipe??).

So here's hoping to it tasting better than it looks.

At least I did the fancy fork marks around the edge...

Close up of the disaster.

Room number one done!

The baby's room is done, well floors are in, now I'm pumped to set things up!  I love the look of our floors, so much!  Although I admit anything is better than the dusty plywood we've been living on for the past couple months.

Colin getting it done.

Pearl enjoying the new floors.

Things have been pretty hectic lately.  There's a bit of a rush to get things done before the snow comes... mainly because Colin wants to spend all his free time xcountry skiing, not putting in flooring.

I have signed up for a half ironman next summer.  It was such a nice feeling, I felt normal again, the idea of being able to participate once again in our normal activities, instead of feeling like I'm in this state of limbo (read pregnancy) forever.  I'm just not one of those women who love being pregnant.  At first I thought I should be enjoying every minute, but I soon realized that pregnancy for me is simply an end that justifies the means. 

Although I realize (and have actually encountered a bit of "are you crazy? or just stupid?" sentiment) it will be tough to train and have a newborn baby.  But I won't be the first one who has done it, and I don't plan on winning.  I just want to get back to doing what I love to do, train with a purpose.  Train for a race, have a goal to work towards, and have fun along the way.  I miss training and racing.  It's okay if my season back I'm not exactly "racing" I just want to be the mix again.  Plus, I have a husband who backs this 100%, who has a job where he is off 4 days out of 8, and two moms who have agreed to help out!  I'm pretty lucky! 

So far 29 weeks, and I'm still able to keep exercising.  I am still biking on my trainer (we had to flip the handle bars upside down, so I'm practically sitting straight up), I am "running" every other day, and swimming, which is the most enjoyable because its the sport I feel the most normal doing.  I have also added a pregnant yoga dvd, which I'm really enjoying, it's so strengthening and stretching, apparently it has good preparation moves for delivery.

Today, Ikea, the place to go for pretty much everything.

Cute pic of Pearl really dirty.

Day at Galveston

Yesterday we went to the beach in Galveston...

Sun hats, check.

 Sand castles, check.

 Sunglasses, check.

Being chased by seagulls for your pb sandwich, while losing your swimmers, check.

In Houston

It's hot, very hot.  When I first arrived I felt like I was sitting in front of a heater, blowing hot air on me.  It has since cooled off a bit, however.

I've been for a couple of runs, along to Bayou, early in the morning.  Running has been going well still shuffling along, in my 27th week. 

We go to the pool pretty much every day, I tried swimming, but only ended up doing about 1200m, the pool was like bath water and I was overheating.

 Me and my nephew Jack, who says he has a hotdog baby in his belly, because it's his fave food.

Sarah, Caitlin and Jack