...And we are almost completely packed! We become official residents of St. Louis THIS Saturday!!! Thank goodness the babes are crawling- they have entertained themselves quite nicely while mom and dad packed up the house. Besides having to completely rearrange our move (from movers and a truck to Brooke and Brian and a POD) in the last 48 hours while the entire family has been sick with a nasty cold everything has gone pretty well...

My husband is officially a doctor. What a huge 'first' year we have had together as a married couple! I got my master's, we got married, had TWO babies, bought a house, got a medical degree, and are planning an out of state move in the next two weeks...not bad for twelve months! Brian donned a cap and gown on Saturday, took the hippocratic oath, and became a practicing physician- look out St. Louis! As for the babies, besides a leaky diaper and near meltdown they did pretty well during the two hour ceremony. Parker decided to fall asleep during the last five minutes- why do they always choose the most inopportune times to take their naps?! All of Brian's family made an appearance at the Meek's afterwards (which is a pretty big deal considering the size of Brian's family!!!) to congratulate him and we haven't stopped since...


Our house is almost completely packed and our garage is full of boxes. We are soo looking forward to settling into our new house and new life! Thank you to everyone who has helped us through what may possibly be the biggest year of our lives- we are truly grateful!

So I previously mentioned that the man I crossed the finish line with was 70 years old...Well, come to find out he was actually 80 years old AND the OLDEST race participant. Awesome.

When the babes were three months old I set out to run the Indianapolis Mini Marathon. For those of you who know me, you know this is a really big goal- I HATE to run. No, I abhor running. But somehow I managed to make it through all 13.1 miles- slowly but surely. My three goals were to 1) finish, 2) run the whole time, and 3) complete it in less than 2 and a half hours. Yes, 2 1/2 hours is actually a goal for me. Soo the first two miles I kept pace with an 8 year old (she was so small I just had to ask her age) which was a huge confidence booster. Then I made it to the Speedway only to follow a woman talking on her cell the ENTIRE two miles- what in the world was she talking about during a race?- while I ran behind her. And just to really make me feel good I ran the last mile and crossed the finish line with a man that was at LEAST 70 years old. But hey, at least I finished (and accomplished all of my goals!), not bad for someone that was carrying around an extra 80 pounds only a few months ago! Bravo to all those marathoners out there- I have no idea what possesses you do it!

Sister got a post all to herself so it's only fair...