lnstryker
damaliayana
thewatussi
erikpettinari
Good night!
I got puked on today
I have been wanting to start a blog for a while, I hear that it is
"therapeutic." So I thought of all days, today would be a perfect day to start. Addison initiated me into the "official mom's club" when she puked all over me and herself. It was quite pathetic. I must say that I am surprised at my response. I knew this day would come and I thought for sure I would throw up alongside her. But to my amazement, it really didn't seem like a big deal. People say you don't care when its your own, I never believed them until today. My poor dear girl laid on me for a few hours burning with a fever. Now she is asleep in her bed, hopefully the fever is gone. Having a sick baby is really the worst thing ever.
Today Andy had off of work, so we decided to go to the Shedd. It worked out great because today was a free day, we love free stuff! Addison was quite mesmerized by the giant fish. She was especially excited when we let her run around (in a not so crowded area). She ran around to the different tanks saying "hi fishy" and would be off to the next fish tank. It was fun watching her discover something new about her big world.
I couldn't help but be amazed by God's creation. It is amazing that even at the depths of the ocean, where human eyes can't even see, He would create such beauty. What a cool God.
Here are some cute pictures of Addison and the fish.
The other day while Addison was playing in the bath, I said "I love you, do you love me?" She stopped what she was doing looked up at me and with a very serious look on her face thought for a second. Then without hesitation she said "Daddy." Usually she calls him "d." We think she is actually trying to say "Andy."
The two of them are so cute in the mornings. They come downstairs and cuddle on the couch as they watch Mickey Mouse club. It always makes my mornings so joyful when I hear the two of them sing the theme song together and to come down with her cuddled next to Andy. Her with her sippy filled with orange juice and Andy with his coffee.
A daddy's girl, I wouldn't have it any other way! (Besides, I know she is a mama's girl too!)
jaselineseng
anakinskywalker
coathanger007
FatsWalleter
bombayinpics
lajuntablog
The turn-around point comes at Speightstown, an old port in the northern part of the island. Perversely, the actual point of doubling back is by the beach of the Almond Village Resort where my day started some four hours ago and where I know the early risers will be sitting down to full cooked breakfasts washed down by fresh orange juice. As I turn for home in the full glare of the morning sun, the good news is that I am 20 minutes inside my four hour pace; the bad news is that my legs now apparently belong to someone else. Certainly I do not seem to have the motive power over them that I remember having just a few kilometers back. For the first time - and it will not be the last - I lapse from running pace to shuffling pace. It is a series of bargains that I strike over the last 20 kms of the race between my brain and my body. "Shuffle to that beach and we can run again", "Run till we reach that water station, then you can shuffle again'. It became an out-of-body experience. Mentally I was still sharp, stamina-wise I was breathing fine, but the legs which I had also assumed would follow head and heart...well, they broke that contract in the furnace of that return route.
annetje77
