Emeline is getting sick. I think it's just some sort of cold, but I'm hoping it doesn't linger forever like those colds tend to do. I hate snot, and coughs, and sleepless nights. And she has this nasal'y raspy voice going on. Not that this is a big deal, but. Boo. Just a taste of wintertime sickness I guess.
However, we have Hand, Food & Mouth disease going around this area right now, passing through the kids like wildfire. So, it could be worse. And also? We'll be avoiding the Chick-fil-A playland for the next 6 months. Germ hole.
My husband came home from the store last night and plopped the Justin Bieber Under The Mistletoe CD right in front of me. He claims it was because he wanted to checkout back in electronics at WalMart since the other lines were unreasonable, and he needed an excuse. But, I beg to differ. HE LOVES ME! And I was all smitten by the act, because, yes. I've wanted it.
And yes, we buy CD's every once in a while, still. Is that so year 2000? We buy them, put on our computers, iTunes, etc--and then I put the CD in my car since I'm not cool enough to have an auxiliary plug.
My family (my sister, Susan, my parents, my Pastor, and some friends) are all leaving this afternoon for Romania for two weeks. I hate when they leave, but I love hearing their stories when they return. God always does big, big things. My sister blogged about it this week, and asked for some specific prayer requests. Any pray'ers out there willing to cover my family in prayer? I would so much appreciate it. Here's her post.
On that note, two weeks without my sister is like TORTURE to me. Pure forms of torture. She's my seester, and I love her so. I wonder how productive I'll be in the next two weeks?
Speaking of which, I just feel behind. On life. In all areas. My mission this week is to catch up. Heck, maybe even more than catch up--maybe even get ahead? I honestly don't even know where to start, but starting is key. My closet is filled with baskets of clean laundry that need putting away. I have a toilet that's being a butt (ha) and needs a plumber. A house that needs some TLC. Work that I need to get ahead on. Church stuff that needs done. Writing. Projects I need to finish. Organizing. A garage that is a mess. A MESS. Oh, I'm getting a headache thinking about it.
I had a terrible, terrible run the other night. I mean, so bad. It was completely dumb of me to even attempt running after what I'd eaten that night (pizza & beer). But I knew that Sunday I'd have no time to run. So I only ran 1.2 miles (on the treadmill), and then stopped, feeling like I was going to DIE. My stomach. Blargh. And then I promptly called my sister, sobbing, because I felt like a failure. Isn't each run supposed to get increasingly better? I'm not supposed to regress. Then she (and some of you ladies on Twitter) assured me that we all have bad runs every now & then--and it'll be better next time.
Today, when my husband gets home from work--I am going on a run. Outdoors. And I'm going to kick this run's tush. Yes, I am. (This is me trying to be positive.)
Yesterday, I returned the favor to my sister-in-law, Lyryn and her adorable family, and took their family photos. I am so pleased with how they turned out. I'll show you a few, but then you can feel free to pop over and check out the whole Flickr set if you want.
Beautiful family, yea? [See more here.]
So this week, I'm also taking some photos for my brother and sister-in-law and their adorable family. I hope they turn out alright, too.
Alright Monday--time to get to it.