Waiting for the other shoe to drop

Well it arrived with a flurry!

Stomach flu. Or as I like to call it, I-didn't-NEED-that-lung-or-that-one-either-barf-a-palooza-of-2012.

First it was me. Then it was Ryan. Then....free and clear. But...4 days after any symptoms had been "Silkwood style" bleached away, Claire decided it was her turn to get up close and personal with our rest room facilities.

Poor kid. Although she maintained pretty well. No crying, no freaking out, no panicking. Unlike her mother who, after dry heave hour 4, was on the floor crying for the, "Good lord to take me home!!!!"

It was pathetic. At one point there was a tiny little knock on the door as I was gasping for breath and I hear..."Mommy, do you want me to come in and hold your hand?" Seriously. That was some sweet shit. And I would have had her come in too, had I not been practically passed out under the toilet unable to move. Or speak. Or anything but dry heave again. And I knew she would be scarred for life. FOR LIFE!!

So I'm waiting for Miles to lose his stuff. And if us being sick was any indication of how bad it will be, he'll lose a whole lot of shit. Poor kid.

Awwww friends.

You know that post a few weeks ago? Of me? Just sitting there? Looking pathetic? Well...apparently someone did.

My dear friend KW called me, said I looked sad and lonely (paraphrasing) and asked me to join her for breakfast.

It was nice. We met and had breakfast together sans kids. Thanks friend. Next time I'll just call you. But in the mean time. Know you're a fab friend!

Night time trail running for old hipster dudes.

Ryan is at it again. God love him. I mean...for real. He's running through trails again. This last one was a 10K NIGHT time trail run. He ran it with our friend and neighbor.

Gosh they look nerdy with those lights on their heads. But....I love him. My husband, not the neighbor.

Then at the half way mark, the kids were so happy to cheer him on. He has red devil eyes. Apparently running with a few dozen other runners with headlamps in the dark through the dust makes you EEEEEEVIL.

But in the end. Of course they did fabulous. They had their victory beer. And we left. The end with that.

Next up, 50K trail run through the Superior Forest in the spring. No no no..I'm not running. I'm just going for the hotel stay.