Alas, my romance with Jerry the Germ, a time in which my husband would give me no kisses, has come to an end. I must say that Jerry the Olympiad of Germs performed with great form, speed, and expression. The form being a 45 degree angle over the toilet, the speed being 3 seconds to get there, and the expression in colors we shall not even try to explain. Yes, I too competed with the Germ but I, unlike the 3 before me, did not help in his performance. I have the unfortunate skill of not being able to hurl. It has happened in the past, the one time I remember specifically was around age 12 when I had consumed more than my share of a new delicacy called the pine nut. I can barely think of the white oval legume without breaking into a cold sweat. Gluttony, for me, is definitely a deadly, or at least a nauseating, sin. But since then I could probably count on one hand the number of times relief has come in the worship of the porcelain God form.
I have a similar problem, along the same lines of not allowing things to leave my body, that is when I have children. With nausea you at least, once your immune system does its job, will get over. When you're pregnant and the baby (or babies) won't come out after 2 days of labor, Prostin, Pitocin, and verbal encouragement, is not something you will simply get over in time. Thus the C-section is born along with a Reed, a Douglas, and an Isaac.
New subject...and about time, sorry. But speaking of births, Reed and Douglas just turned 7!
We had a small party with cousins in which we bowled and ate pizza and cake. The boys got a glimpse into the exciting world of what is to be in a league as not too many lanes down from us was a herd of serious bowlers. It is still hard to believe that it is considered a sport, and quite a serious one at that. I think one of the old guys nearly went into cardiac arrest when Isaac wandered quite innocently over to their platform (or whatever it's called, pier, launching station, bowling board?) to look at their bowling balls. Thanks to the rails all of the minors got at least a 45. Out of shear luck I almost beat Chris scoring 320, 321, whatever it took (no, not even close and I do know the highest score is 300).
It's a rare moment in which I get a picture of Isaac with a clean face.
Caught! Napping and playing on mommy and daddy's ipods. It was a Sunday afternoon though.
Our newest nephew, the very handsome Henry.
A final picture before Matt, Leigh, and Henry flew back to medical school in the Bahamas, jealous? Yes!