It seems like a lot has happened in the last two weeks. While I was gone for the Ragnar,
Scott texted me that Friday to tell me that Ada wasn't eating well, then Saturday that she had a fever. Of course, I felt horrible that I could not be there to help. Sunday morning, she was burning up, so we decided to take her to the ER. We found out she had a bladder infection. Yeah, I know, horrible. She did not really eat or drink for a couple of days and the docs told me to do anything to keep fluids in her. Popsicles did the trick for a day. She liked to hold it all by herself. Scott had most of Thanksgiving week off. We probably took off to Busch Gardens too soon after Ada's fever broke. She did not love being there. I think she was still a little weak from being so sick. Is it bad to say that I enjoyed myself? I DO think she had some fun, but was just not her usual self.
In a normal day, Ada would LOVE the Sesame Street show at Busch, but we did not get much of a reaction out of her.
Maybe we shouldn't have let her play in the water. Look at that sad face.
A little happier now
Ada was a little scared to go on the ride with her Daddy, but she ended up liking it. Scott was the one who got a little sick. :)
Ada feeling much better (Friday after Thanksgiving). She was thoroughly enjoying her new shirt from my Black Friday purchase. Funny that I stayed out until 2AM shopping on Friday and returned almost half of what I bought. What a waste.
We have not been taking very good of her teeth lately...Good thing my brother is going to be a dentist.
Her first ponytail...or something close. I was so proud!
This was our best attempt to get a full body picture of Ada's adorable little outfit. She was having too much fun being difficult, though. We went to the Beach for FHE. I was a little surprised that Ada was a little scared of it. We had fun taking pictures, though.
Yup, she loves tongues
I may be no photographer, but this sunset picture turned out pretty sweet, I think. I love being so close to the beach (even though we rarely go. I know we will be kicking ourselves when we no longer live in Florida).
Oh and for those who are interested, Ada is back to herself again. She just finished her last bit of antibiotics today. She does have to get some testing done next week just to make sure everything (her bladder and kidneys) is working correclty.
(This is not Ada...just in case there were some who thought so)
So Ada has had a lot of snot bubbles lately. I think they are hilarious and super gross at the same time. I can't help but think of a funny, yet very awkward situation back from my Freshman year at Ricks College every time I see one(Yes, I call it Ricks cause it was Ricks when I was there). There was this guy, I think I remember his name, but am not going to write it out JUST in case his wife has somehow found my blog and reads it for entertainment :).
SO, back to the boy who must not be named. I saw him ALL over campus (that is what happens at a small school) and I always imagined getting to actually talk to him. But of course, I would never initiate such a thing. So I would try and cross paths with him often and prayed that when I did, I looked okay. Well, freshman year was quickly coming to an end and I still had not met him. With only weeks left of the semester I became friends with this awesome girl that just happened to KNOW this guy! I was so excited and told her how I thought he was so cute and wanted to meet him. She pointed me out to him and according to her, he thought I was a nice little catch as well. So during finals week, she arranged for us to meet, I think, or he just saw me hanging out in the "quad"and came up and started talking to me. I have NO idea what was said, I can't remember for the life of me. All I know is that he sneezed (it was really bright), he sneezed many times then wiped his nose a lot cause when you sneeze, your noes runs, right? Well, after the last sneeze, he looked at me and low and behold, he had a giant snot bubble hanging from his nose. That is the reason I can't remember the conversation, because I could not take my eyes off of that horrible sight. All of the cuteness left him immediately and my stomach was churning. I could not figure out what to do, if I should tell him or let him just walk to class with a giant snot bubble. I chose the ladder. My guess is that he went to the bathroom to blow his nose (because I bet he was slightly freaking out he didn't completely clean his running nose when he wiped it) and noticed the bubble. It makes a lot of sense that he never called me (he did get my number). If I had gone out with him, chances are, I would only see a snot bubble when I looked into his face.
SO, this was very random, but I had a good laugh. I laughed as I told Scott about it today, I laughed as I wrote it all out, and I laughed as I imagined Jenny Hill Peterson (freshman roommie) reading this and cracking up because she remembers me telling her all about it! Every time your kid gets a snot bubble, or heaven forbid, yourself, I hope you think of me and the awkward situation I was in so many years ago!
Well, I also did it the summer before we were married. Both Scott and I were signed up to run this last year, but I did not feel ready to leave my very new baby. So, we dropped out a few weeks before the big race. I was craving to run the Ragnar this year. After two years of not running it, I had forgotten everything I hated about it and could only remember only things I loved. It's funny. There are probably more things that I hate about the Ragnar then I love, but what I love far outweighs those things I don't. A friend of mine and I tried to round up a Pinellas County team but most people rejected our offer. Whimps! I Kid.
Well, a week and a half before the big race, I was talking to my sis who was hanging out with our good friend. This friend has a sister who lives out here in the FL and she was running the Ragnar. Half seriously, half not, I told her to tell her SIL that if they needed a runner, I was their gal. Now you know how sometimes we offer our assistance half heartedly? That was kind of what I did. I really didn't think that two days later, I would be getting a phone call inviting me to run the Ragnar...Had I been training? No. Did I have a good pair of running shoes? No. Did I know anyone on my potential team? No. Did I say, "Yes?". Of course!
I did run one 11 miler the Saturday before Ragnar and it made me super nervous for the race becuase I realized just how unprepared I was. Oh well, it was still amazing!
Here I am, a Sole Sister, ready to head out to the first exchange (I ran in the 2nd van so that means we didn't start our legs until later in the day).
Oh the Love. Van 2 in all of her Glory. We really did have a great little group. I felt like I bonded with each of these girls and felt so close so fast. Aubrey (far left standing by me), was the reason I got invited to run. She had been running in her marathon and injured her leg. So, she did what any good person would do...drive the car for us. We totally appreciated her. The rest of the ladies were amazing and so fun. We had many serious conversations that even involved some tears, laughs about bathroom humor, and even some pretty scary faces. Oh the crazy things that we thought were funny when you are going on no sleep!
No, I wasn't really running, but I was ready to go
The whole group. No one could beat the "Sole Sisters!" I mean that figuratively and not literally beacause we got beat by just bout every team.
Still feeling good!!! Oh wait, because I hadn't run yet. I was just about to start my first leg. I told myself that I didn't want to get passed by ANYONE. Well, about halfway through my run, I notice someone slowly sneaking up behind me (well running). We will call her, "Fishy." Well, she snuck right past me and I never could catch up. She just had a lot more in her than I did. The team she was on was being sponsored by their husbands who were professional Bass Fisherman. They had video cameras on them and everything. I bet they recorded her smoking past me. I was a good sport and went and patted her on the back afterwards. I even admitted to her that there was no way I could keep her pace.
We were pretty tired in this picture. I believe it was a couple hours before our second leg. We spent a lot of time in this van. I can't imagine what it smelled like once all of us peeled our stinky selves off of the seats for good.
Our awesome driver, Aubrey. She saved us from some crazy drivers!
Shelly was one of my van-mates. Shelly, me and Aubrey spent way to much jabbing and not enough time sleeping.
So, I have more pictures that I need to post, but my computer is being dumb, but I have some little funny moments that I want to write:
1. There is nothing more beautful and perfect than a nice warm shower when you are stinky and sore. But is it really worth it when they are community showers?? At our last exchange (one more leg to run), there were showers. Well, a few of our van mates had already showered and told us the water was nice and warm. Nothing else, NOTHING else was said about them being community. SO you can imagine the shock on our poor prudish faces when we walk into a room full of naked women with no shame. Three of us girls huddled in the corner, fully clothed, debating what to do first. We decided that we couldnt shower at the same time, because that would just be weird. SO Laura started first. She was back in less than a minute. Shelly was next. She was gone about 3 minute and told me she found a nice little corner and didn't turn around. SO I found the little corner she was talking about and did it. YES, I showered in a community shower. Granted, I didn't get as clean as I would like because normal shower routines can be awkward with others close by. Was I a little disturbed about the "Openess" of some of the women? Yes. Was I grossed out about the dirty underwear left on the floor? Yes. Was I happy that I was able to conquer a huge feat? ABSOLUTELY
2. Forgetting how to sleep. One would think that you could fall asleep at the drop of a hat when you have had next to no sleep, been running throughout the night, cheering on your teammates that were running throughout the night, etc, etc. Not the case for almost my whole van. We were so tired that sleep did not visit us. Not once during race time did I snooze. Okay, maybe for 30 seconds cause I woke myself up after a little snore.
3. I am going to have to write more later, only because I am realizing that this is turning into a long post and I am totally putting more important things on hold to finish this. Like, cleaning my apt.
Just know that anyone that even is just considering trying out a Ragnar...DO IT. It is so dang hard, and yes, you may puke, yes you are more tired than you can ever imagine, and yes you really start to stink from the dried up sweat and dirt stuck to you, but you bond with the people in your car, you accomplish some really hard runs, and you stay up all night doing it. Now, how could that not be fun!???
It was all planned out a few weeks before the big ward Halloween Party. Scott would go as Nigel Lithgoe from one of our favorite shows So You Think You Can Dance, I would be the host Kat Deeley and Ada was going to be a contestant (actually, Melissa, the ballerina). Well, a week before the big party Scott informed me that he couldn't go because he had a prep test course that night that he had already signed up for. Sniff, so Ada and I went without our judge. We still had a blast. Some people even knew who we were!!
I will never be a blond. Just not me.
My good friends little baby boy, Peyton. Ada wanted to touch him the whole time. Fisher and Ada are good buds. We were able to stay with his family while his parents were out of town and they became best friends. They light up every time they see each other. Romance in the making????
My good friend Tiffany and her cute boys. They were not overly thrilled about being in the picture with us. Probably because we were taking them away from the fun. Check out that tongue. It could wrap circles around that thing. Gross... Tristan and his Dad. Neither child was
cooperating in the picture. Ada was terrified of the eyeliner and Tristan wasn't sure what to think. His family came as Alice and Wonderland characters. So cute. He was the white rabbit, but didn't want his ears. The news I am sure all of you have been waiting for...My chili won the grand prize. Check out the size of this trophy!! Where the heck am I going to put that thing? Currently it is a backseat passenger of my Honda. I get to keep this beauty for a year...until the next cook off. Special thanks to my brother Chad for his award winning recipe and for Scott's extra ingredient that he added.
Ada had no trouble figuring out what to do with the pumpkin and trunks filled with candy. She would walk right up to each car and sort of hold her little bucket up, but I had to help her steady it and not run off before they actually dropped candy in it.
It was a really fun night. Our little ballerina loved her Halloween!
I have a new job (part time) and I will tell you what, it really is one of the greatest jobs. I watch a little boy (friends from church), Tristan, during the mornings. We head over to their house and Ada is so excited, every time, when we pull up. She seriously loves going over there. She starts to get impatient on the drive over. This particular morning on the way to work, I was so curious what she was doing, so while at a stop light (It was red, of course) I turned the camera on her and captured this adorable face (No, not mine...I had no idea I was even in the picture). We are on a pretty good schedule. They have a morning snack and right after, both kiddos start getting really clingy, almost whiny until I say, "You ready to go on a walk?" That stops all whining right away. Ada comes over to me to get her shoes on and both head over the the gate while I gather up waters, keys and such. They are happy campers once they are loaded up and out the door. I found a HUGE park a little ways down the street. It is beautiful, but I must admit, I was taken by a little surprise when I saw Warning signs about alligators. You better believe I stay on the path and don't spend anytime near the water.
Here is Tristan. He is such a good boy and loves his outings! Ada loves roaming the playground. She can't get enough of it.
I had to get a shot of just one side of the park. Isn't it beautiful?
Of course, the kids were not interested in smiling for me.
On the way back from the park this particular day, I noticed a bunch of birds nearby. They must have thought that we had food because all of the sudden, they all started walking towards us. A tiny bit creepy if you ask me, but the kids loved it. Ada was crying to get out of the stroller, but no way.
The other side of the lake. I love the lily pads
So, there you have it, my new job. I wouldn't really call it a job, but I am not sure what else to call it. It is so fun to see both kids interacting and learning to socialize with each other.
Ada was a great help. She loved the texture of the gooey pumpkin innards
Scott diggin in.
See those wart like modules? Well, we discovered that pumpkins like these are like gourds. Hard as a rock and crazy annoying to carve. Scott was literally sweating because it was so ridiculous to carve.
This is what Cyclops looks like when your pumpkin is almost impossible to carve. Nice work though Scott, nice work.
We took Ada to the pumpkin patch Monday night and she had so much fun. Her facial expressions were awesome! This is her looking at all of the pumpkins. She had no idea what to do with herself.Not wanting to stand still for a picture with Daddy. You can see her right hand starting to push off of Scott
Classic face! We saw a lot of this the whole time
They had a cute little display perfect for family pictures.
Such a sweet face
More of the "face"
Ada tried to pick up just about every pumpkin that she passed.
Scott needs a haircut. His hair is really long right now, REALLY long. Although we will miss the curls, we decided to have a little fun, and say goodbye a little early. Goodbye curls, hello straight hair! This brings back a memory from not too long ago. Remember THIS?
We figured since he has interviews coming up (hopefully) it is probably a good idea to soften things up a bit. But once he has landed a job...bring on the curls, baby!