So, I must admit, I am not a true blogger. I know I should be updating this thing at least once every couple of days but for now, once a week will have to do, more if I can swing it.
It has been a packed week. My sis Tara came into town last Tuesday night and we have been going going going until tonight when she left. It has been an interesting week, including but not limited to shopping, sicknesses, hospitals, sewing, animals, crying, mice, and ok, some fun. I will note the MOST interesting events of the week.
When visitors come, shopping is usually on the list somewhere, for Tara it is number one. I of course don't mind except for I usually spend the same if not more than the visitor. This time I kept it within control, at least I think so. We enjoyed our time hitting 5th ave. Tara scored some cute stuff and well, I did too.
Saturday, we went to the zoo. It was a long train ride up to the Bronx. The ride seemed especially long with all of the crazies on the train. But we got there and had a great time.
The gorillas were especially cute. They put on quite a show, even Luke enjoyed them. We were surprised how attentive Luke was to the animals. He did a great job pointing and babbling to them.
And here is another picture, just because it is cute!
Another interesting event, that has been building up since January was the explosion of a cyst on one of my ovaries. Sounds dramatic and most likely too much information, sorry. I noticed it in January when I was running and had a sharp pain that didn't feel like a running cramp. It was so bad I had to stop. This pain kept coming around every few days and continued up until this weekend. I had several theories on what it could be, the most popular was a hernia. While at the zoo, the pain got so bad I had to sit down every 10 minutes because it was too painful to walk. That night after a girls night dinner and movie, I went to bed and woke up an hour later with the worst stomach pain I had ever felt. My stomach looked and felt like I was 6 months pregnant and all I wanted to do was curl up in a bawl. Eventually I threw up and things began to feel a little better. The next day I still had the pain but felt a little better. I was talked into checking into the emergency room by a good friend. Unfortunately by this time I was feeling remarkably better and had to ham up my performance so I could get a diagnosis. After being there all day, by myself, and waiting, waiting, and waiting, they concluded that it was over a few days prior and I should be just fine. Kinda wish I would have come up with that myself. The good news is, I am just fine. I feel so much better, I can walk, run, and see my toes.
My sister can't say the same however. She was plagued with a marathon migraine that lasted for 4 of the 7 days she was here. She did a good job powering through most of it. She did pass out a few times. Poor girl. Luckily Luke cuddled and gave her plenty of hugs and kisses to help her feel better.
To wrap up, I will note the craziest story of all. This morning I went to clean the fridge, one of my tasks I wanted to get done before we left for Chicago, opened it, saw something scurrying around, slammed it shut, and screamed. Yes, a mouse was inside our fridge. I can't possibly think of anything more disgusting than that. How did it get in there? I have no idea. Must have not shut it properly, or maybe even not at all. It doesn't help that we have an under the counter fridge, but apparently mice climb anything and everything, so I don't know if it would have made a difference. I called Tom and demanded he came home immediately. He didn't. So I kept it in the fridge. I did call an exterminator, and he couldn't even believe. In his 20 years of killing mice, he had never heard of one in the fridge. Luckily Tom was able to come home a bit later. He finally caught it as it scurried up our brick wall. Tara and I stayed clear of the situation. I spent the rest of the afternoon throwing away food, and disinfecting all of the bottles. I did end up cleaning the fridge, just a bit deeper than I planned.
To end on a positive note, I am throwing in a couple of cute pictures of Luke.
Ready for church in his Mr. Rogers sweater!
His new push toy, ironically he prefers sitting in it but hates his stroller. Kids.
Thursday, May 3, 2007 at 5:48AM
