Meet GigglesI am an educator and PhD. I quilt, belly dance, run, read, and try to grow things. I am a Mormon. I am infertile. I am a daughter, sister, aunt, grand-daughter, friend, wife, and mom. more...
The start of foreverBrett and I got married 9 years, 6 months, and 10 days ago.
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We went to the Children’s Museum Tucson for the first time on December 18, 2015. We tried it out on a Saturday when Brett could come with me and all three kids so we could see if it was something we would want a membership to and something I could do regularly with the kids on my own. Iddo was 2.5-years-old. Shimri and Shimei were 7 months old. We had a lot of fun and decided to get a membership. … I never would’ve imagined this would be the outcome when we first started going to the children’s museum. It’s been worth so much more than the price of the membership. Our kids have learned about science, art, safety, the world around them, work, and especially love. Keep reading
This year I am sharing my talent for Momming (see the time-lapse video), following recipes, and starting projects (still working on developing the talent for finishing them). Keep reading
You might have noticed a theme as you’ve been reading through these. My dad has been an integral part of my running story from the very beginning. And he was always there at the end of the run or the end of the race for me. … And now the rest of the story. … Keep reading
A run the morning I got married. My third marathon. Several 5ks. Two 10Ks. Two half-marathons. Some virtual races. Lots of fun runs. Running with my dad. Running with my husband. Running with my kids and passing it on. Keep reading
Running during my single years. Several 5Ks. Two marathons with my dad. A 10K. A trail run. And the start of a running tradition. Keep reading
One of the hardest parts of motherhood for me is lasts. You rarely get to plan them. They sneak up on you. Sometimes they pass without you noticing till it’s too late. … But I can tell the LAST is coming. And as much as I want to sleep through the night again, I’m definitely going to miss those sacred moments. And I won’t even know to enjoy that LAST until it’s already gone. Keep reading
When I started jr. high in 7th grade I considered myself athletic. So I went out for every sport. And, it turns out, I’m not as athletic as I thought I was. At least not when it comes to team sports involving balls. And I was cut from every team. Track didn’t have cuts though. They could find something for everyone to do. I was definitely not a hurdler. That ambition never materialized. But I could run distances. Keep reading