I Survived.

Barely.

This is Chloe & me at the Rocky statue.

Have I ever told you I *heart* Rocky?  Very much.

And even though I was still flu-ish sick and miserable and was hoping to fool my body into thinking this may be a good idea, but it didn't go for it, I was so very happy to have this picture taken.

My daughter and I before the race.

I didn't finish.  

In fact, as I was on the starting line up, I was exhausted and thirsty and wonder WHY AM I DOING THIS??!!?

But off I went.  I told John to meet me at the 6 mile marker because I thought if I did 6 miles, I would be happy.  That was going to be my personal goal.

He forgot, and 'they' took the markers down.

I did 9.

Totally by default.

And my ankle thought I was being stupid and decided to tell me about it.  And it was loud & clear.

Anyway, I survived.  

And Chloe did great!! She finished and when she was done, she looked great!!

I was very proud of her.  As was John & Josiah.

And now I am starting to feel okay.  A day late and a dollar short.

::::sigh:::: Not good.

Remember this???

We did it!

It was great!

It was thrilling.

And because of that, I signed up for ANOTHER 1/2 marathon.

Like a fool.

Tomorrow is the day for 1/2 marathon #2.  And can I say I really don't think I will finish.

And not because I don't 'believe in myself.'

But more because my tendon in my ankle is not doing well, still. And my knees have been giving me alot of trouble.  And this morning I woke up with a NASTY cold.  The kind of cold that makes your head feel like it gained 100 lbs. overnight, and your joints hurt, and feel tired as all get out, and you can't breathe, or swallow, or even stand for too long.

I think I will go for 5 miles.  Maybe 6.  Or however long I last, but I am okay with not finishing.  I am okay with trying.  For tomorrow.  I just got home from Target.  I bought a whole lot of medication to fool my body into thinking it is fine.  They had to approve my purchases.  I bought ALOT of medicine.

And if nothing else, I get to see my other baby girl.  And that is always worth making the effort.  I am sure she will do wonderful.

But as for me, if I fall out of the car when John drops us off, someone help me to the starting line.

Sometimes I forget what


true religion...

really is.

Until someone reminds me.

And then I have no excuse


for the choices I make.

Welcome to the Chinese Mom Club

What did we do yesterday?

Let's go baby girl.

You have been waiting for this day for some time.

 Your very first dance class!!

Considering that you could barely walk when we first got you, this is a monumental moment.

And you look beautiful with your butterfly wings!!

Notice something unusual with this picture??

Maybe you missed it.

Elly's 3 -4 year olds dance class is an ALL CHINESE GIRLS CLASS!!

Not intentional.  When I got there, the class before her's had, you know, 11 girls and I didn't notice anything unusual about it.  Your average range of girls.  The class next to it...same thing.

It just so happens that this 3 -4 year old class happens to be Chinese.  And there is another girl joining them next week, that missed it this week because...that's right...she was on her way home from spending the summer with her grandparents.  IN CHINA.

It is comical.  I am the only hispanic mom.  And can I say, I was a bit nervous at first when I noticed the phenomenom.  How will they treat me?  What do they think?  Do they resent me?  Do they realize I am her mother and not the care taker?

Well, as it turns out, I have become part of the Chinese Dance Mom's Club!!  They totally accepted me and welcomed me in!!  What lovely ladies ( and grandfathers and aunts.  I am thinking they are part hispanic, bringing the whole family along for their 3 year old's dance class)  

OH!  and PS.

Elly was the best dancer there!!  And before you become impressed or think I am slightly biased, the only reason was that...

She was the only one who understood English, as the other little girls are spoken to in Chinese at home, and had a hard time understanding directions.  

hehehehehe.

Middle school!! Preschool & signing!!

He is a bit excited to start 6th grade.  Not necessarily school work, just being a cool middle school kid.

She needed a picture too.  We are doing Before Five in a Row, but I also found this at Costco.  :)

And today, we signed the paper work for our daughter!!  Yes those are blue prints he was working on.  lol.

The paper work says she is going to be 2 in Dec.,  but by the looks of her picture, she will probably be 3 instead.  When I mentioned this to John and asked him if he was okay with that, he said " Of course!!  Now I have the Irish twins I always wanted!!  

This weekend I...

I will show & tell you what this weekend entailed!

And join us with the fun over at Becky's!




This weekend I...

Got our own Jersey girl...

ready to go into the City.

For a quick stop to the Museum.

and then off to the Central Park playground.

And on Monday, I realized this child has been hanging around her brother too long.  LOL  Look at her hand.

Family & friends out for a hike.  Elly loved her walking stick.  She didn't know what to do with it, but she loved it.

My son being ever so gentle in trying to dry off a butterfly.

Also.

~ scrubbed my floors.

~ cleaned my house.

~ ignored the laundry completely.

~ was blessed by the church GOd has allowed me to be a part of.

~ stayed up way too late every night.

HELP

Samuel is in PA for the week spending time with my sister before school starts.

This boy has always loved my sister, even when he was about 5 months.  She could calm him down like no other.  There is a special bond with them, and it is so neat.

Of course, to add icing to the cake, Stephen, his favorite person in the whole wide world is there too.  

Life is good.

Yet, her son Wesley is here with us for the week.  

SO, here are the numbers.

Total age for the girls in this home ( Elly and myself) = 46.

Total age for the boys ( John, Lance & Wesley) = 90.

Whoa.

Someone send over your daughter, niece, aunt, GRANDMOTHER.

We need her.

Trust me.  The conversations around the dinner table...

Yeah, send her over.