Let's recap, shall we?

This is me at roughly 22 weeks with Natalie...

















Here is me at almost 15 weeks with baby number two...



I'm trying to enjoy this, I really, really am...but I'm feeling slightly traumatized.

The rest of the story.

There was a detail I left out of the Marathon blog so as not to take away from Chris and Emily's accomplishment. Now that it's been a few days and I'm finally feeling less sore, I thought I would share.

Do you know how many times a two year old needs to use the potty during a 26 mile run? A lot. We used porta potties. This involved holding her up with her legs straight out trying to convince her to pee even though, "my butt's not touching anything Mommy."

Every time she needed to pee we were waiting for Chris to turn the corner. He was always so close. On the beach, I picked her up, ran across the walkaway, held her over the potty, ran back to the beach gasping for air. I didn't train for this. We used the country club restroom, the dairy queen restroom, and yet, more porta potties. All in all by the end of the day, she and I were tired. Daddy ran 26 miles. We found all the cool places to pee along the route.

Natalie in the country club restroom and she and I still together after the marathon...

Marathon

Wow!!!

Chris and Emily finished the marathon!!!

I am so impressed with both of them. Yesterday was an expo and since it was a breast cancer marathon, all things were pink. We acquired a lot of stuff. I'll let the pictures tell you about the weekend. We had a blast.

The first few are of Natalie and Avery at the Expo. They had big banners everyone could sign...Emily ran in memory of Beverly a beautiful woman from West Jax church, Chris ran in honor of Aunt Jo...who was diagnosed last summer.







The last ones are of the race and post race, enjoy...







So I didn't get Emily in the center...but she was running...

The New Kid

So there's this new kid at our house. Nope, not the baby. This kid has red, curly, long, straight, hair. He drives a car and meets Natalie at the playground. He tickles Daddy and Mommy. He eats with us and tells us when Natalie is sad, or happy, or mad, or well, you get the point. His name? "Buddy Buddy." Yep, our very first imaginary friend. Buddy Buddy is quite the jokester and is forever helping Natalie in various tasks.

Unfortunately for Mocha. Poor, poor, poor, Mocha. Buddy Buddy has only increased the level of trauma to this most forgiving wonderful dog. Lexi has managed to bypass all sightings of Buddy Buddy. Mocha wishes she could be so lucky. But, just in case any of you ever wanted to buy Mocha some clothes, 3T does seem to fit her well....

Random thoughts before work.

So I need to switch over to my laptop and complete paperwork from yesterday. I really don't want to. It's been so incredibly busy at hospice the last month that it's hard to keep up with it all.

I'm also a little sad. One of my patients died early this morning. I know, I work for hospice, this is to be expected. There are certain patients, although quite rare, that I find myself missing when they are gone. Some patients just grab my attention differently then others and he was certainly one of them. He and his wife are very strong Christians. They were good witnesses to our team and opened some great conversations. Their approach very direct, some were put off, but everyone grew to love their family. Now, he is gone. I find myself wondering what it will be like when Jesus returns and gathers us all together. I am hoping that at some point during eternity, I'll get to see my hospice patients in one area so we can chat. There is so much of their story I'd love to hear. I want to see them all well. I want to see them without death hoovering all around them. I want to tell a few thank you. They changed my life much more then I was able to change their death.