Monday, October 2, 2017

Bucket List

Earlier this year I set a "bucket list" goal for myself of completing a triathlon.

To help hold my feet to the fire, I posted it on Facebook!

Logo from the River Valley Athletic Club
I was immediately hit with a variety of comments from "good for you" to seasoned Ironman competitors offering advice.

I reached out so some of the people that I knew were most accomplished and listened intently to what they had to say.

The most important message was not to get caught up in the stuff! I didn't need one of everything "tri" to get started.

All I really needed was a two-piece tri suit and sports bra, a bike, helmet and running shoes with lock laces and the "best $10 I'd ever spend" race belt. Thanks to Amazon, I was able to gear up for approximately $100.

A two-piece tri suit is basically shorts, that are similar to bike shorts with a little padding to protect the girl bits, and a top. The top is a little tight to prevent chaffing, the sports bra (without padding) was necessary to hold the girls in place.

The helmet was required. Get on the bike before buckling the helmet and it's an automatic DQ! Running shoes are pretty self-explanatory and lock laces are elastic laces that you adjust once and then leave alone. They allow the runner to slip their foot into the shoe without have to tie a bow and they don't come untied.

The race belt is the schizz! Without the belt the competitor has to pin on their race number. One doesn't swim with their number on so when they get to the transition area they have to put on a shirt that has four little tiny safety pins on it and hope that none of the pins pops open in the process. The belt I chose is elastic, has a buckle and takes about 2 seconds to clip on. Definitely a worthy expenditure.

The first triathlon I did was at Lum's Pond in Bear, DE. Lum's Pond might be one of the dirtiest bodies of water I've ever been in.

Seriously.

Imagine a large puddle filled with goose poop and yeah, that's Lum's.

Having done no open water swim prior to the race I ended up on my back multiple times and did breast stroke more times than I can count. I've never been so happy to touch the bottom in my life! This is a big deal since I have a fear of my feet touch the bottom when I can't see through the water.

The bike on that course was only 10 miles and was pretty flat. But, I still huffed and puffed like the wolf in the Three Little Pigs!

My "Why the heck did I think
this would be fun?" face.
The "run" was terrible. I've never liked running. I'm not good at it and I always feel like I'm going to keel over. I couldn't get my legs to get going. I'd walk and then jog and then walk and then jog.

Making matters worse, I also battle exercise induced asthma and guess what kicked in on the run?

Yep!

I'd been having to use my inhaler during every workout so I was prepared with it tucked into the pocket in the back of my shorts.

All the difficulty aside I finished the race, was not last in my age group and substantially beat my practice time!

To say that I was hooked was an understatement.

The first two races I did on a borrowed hybrid bike with road tires on it. It was lots of work to get up hill on a bike that was not designed for racing!

But guess what? That second race I placed third in my age group and made the podium!
Not me :)

Through a multitude of online sales websites I found a used road bike in great condition at a price that I could afford. I named him Antonio.

Because, who wouldn't want to ride Antonio all the time? Ha!

This winter I plan to have him tuned up and new handlebar tape put on.

My most recent acquisition is a set of clip on aero bars. These bars allow a rider to be in a more aerodynamic position and it's more comfortable.

There are lots of different triathlon distances. Don't ask me what they are. I do Sprints.  A sprint is basically a "half triathlon." There is nothing about this that feels  like "half" of anything to me.

The swim is generally 750 meters, and the bike distance has varied from 10 to 15 miles. The run has pretty much been a 5k or 3.1 miles.

I don't run...yet. I'm more of a jogger.

I'm working on it but I'm just not there yet. The fastest I've been able to go is 10:16 a mile and that was on a treadmill. By the spring I want to be below a 10 minute mile.

My run today was not my best.

After the EMTs cleaned me up.
At my previous triathlon I caught my foot on a rock getting out of the water, smashed my big toe and second toe so badly that I lost most of the big toenail and my running has been limited because it freaking hurts! Anytime I ran it would take me days to recover from the pain. As a result I was not able to train the way I had planned.

Now that my season is over I can just swim and bike and let my toes heal.

I am really loving this sport and the people that I've met.

From the seasoned athletes to the novice who barely knows how to swim everyone is willing to jump in and lend a hand.

All one has to do is ask.

A month ago I posted on a triathlon page that I needed a wetsuit for the race today and a woman I have never met offered to let me borrow hers. She actually owns three and allowed me to borrow all of them to see which one fit the best.

Having never put on a wetsuit before I opened You Tube to see how to do this. After watching about three videos I decided that I would give it a shot and headed up to the bedroom with the three wetsuits in tow.

I did it wrong.

I managed to get about a 1/3 of the way into it, got stuck while sitting on the floor. It was on enough that I couldn't get up and was flopping around on the bedroom floor like a dying seal on the beach.

I was stuck.

I started to giggle.

The giggling turned to hysterical laughter.

Hubby hollered upstairs to see if I was ok.

I replied, "No" which brought him up to the bedroom.

Standing in the doorway he asked me what I was doing. Between giggles I told him that I was trying to try on the wetsuit. He replied, "That's not how you do it."

I hadn't noticed.

He let me flop around for a moment (I would have done the same) before rescuing me and helped me into and out of all three suits. I can get that sucker on in record time now!

I'll be returning the wetsuits this week and going back to just doing laps in the pool at the health club.

Yeah, so now I need a wetsuit.

I have just finished my fourth, and final triathlon, for the season.

So much for just being a "bucket list" item, huh?

I finished fourth out of a class of nine. Totally rocked the swim! My time on the swim was 14:28 which put me at 2 for my age group. Bested my bike time by 40 seconds a mile and,  despite the pain in my foot, finished the run at 12 minutes a mile.

I am days away from turning 51, am the mom of twin four-year-olds and, like lots of busy moms had let myself go since the kids were born. When I started this I couldn't run a mile, had to stop and catch my breath after two laps in the pool and it took more than an hour to ride 10 miles...in the spin spinroom. My breathing was completely out of control and I was over-weight.

I am not a young mom with lots of time to raise children. Who knows how long I'll be around. All I know is that I'm giving it my best shot while trying to set a good example for my kids. Hopefully, a couple of years from now the boys will be able to join me on the course!

Until then, I'm going to keep "tri-ing!"

After my third triathlon. I finished the race and then asked the EMTs
to clean out my cuts so they wouldn't get infected. 

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Whirlwind

Life is flying by in a blur.

I had no idea that having children would make the hands on a clock spin like my ceiling fan on high!

There is always too much laundry, never enough hours in the day and as soon as I finish making one meal it's time to start prepping for another.

Most of the time I don't really mind. Honestly, I'm pretty much a procrastinator when it comes to cleaning the house so if time runs out and I haven't had a chance to dust the funiture or scrub the toilets I'm not overly concerned.

The laundry however is my nemesis.

Seriously...Does the crap breed in the dark on the floor in the basement?

Even with the best intentions, I can never seem to get it washed dried and folded fast enough and most times it makes it as far as the "laundry chair" in the family room. David's clothes are on the left arm, Daniel's clothes are on the right arm, their dad and I share the top of the back of the chair and pajamas and underwear are on the end table.

This has been the way I've done it since the kids were born.

Why screw with a good thing, right?

If you are here visiting and the chair is cleaned off it just means that I was expecting you.

My previous babysitter stopped over with her mom one afternoon and, noticing that the "laundry chair" was indeed living up to it's name, stated that she'd never see the chair without clothes on it.

Her mother gasped...I laughed.

It was true!

There are things in life that are more important than whether or not the laundry is put away.

Homeschooling my kids this year would be one of them.


If I could afford it, the kids would be in preschool. Unfortunately, I can't, so they aren't.

After doing some research, which thanks to Google is crazy easy, I decided that homeschooling for preschool won't be terribly hard so I'm trying.

David's Solar System
David is totally into it. He loves learning. He is my type "A"  kid who loves to figure stuff out and will choose to watch educational shows on his Kindle Junior. He knows names of dinosaurs that I can neither pronounce nor even knew about when I was a kid and recently grasped the concept that the sun is the center of the Solar System.

X is for x-ray
Daniel on the other hand loves to sound out the letters to make words but hates to do his writing exercises so much that he discovered that writing Dan is faster than Daniel so all of his stuff has Dan on it now. 

"Dan" isn't the best at following directions and tends to be a "color wherever the heck he wants to rather than inside the lines" kind of kid. However, he loves numbers and is going to be an amazing mathematician.

Well, as soon as he figures out that "eleventeen" is not actually a number. 

Our days are crazy, stressful, happy, frustrating and in general just a bit of a whirlwind. My house is not spotless, but my kids are happy and smart.

There will be plenty of time when the kids are older, and don't want anything to do with me, to clean the house.

These years will be over before I know it and life will take on a different level of crazy. Being present with my kids is so much more important than whether or not the toilets are clean.


Besides, I can dust tomorrow!

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Don't Make Me Turn This Car Around!

I did it!!

I ran my first 5K!

I finished with a time of 38:47 and sixth overall in my division...the 50-59 females!

Ugh! I still can't believe that I am 50 years old.

Not really sure how I got here or how I survived passed my early 20's.

I was so stupid, headstrong, and willful. I knew everything and you couldn't tell me a thing.

In short, I  was pretty much a jerk.

Then I stopped drinking became well, a sober, stupid, headstrong, willful, know-it-all!

It's taken many years of trials and tribulations and failures to get to where I am today.

I am smarter but still headstrong although much less stubborn and I know that I don't know much but I can learn anything as long as I am willing to admit what I don't know.

Most importantly, I am a mom.

I am a mom of twin four-year-old boys who are learning to be independent, but can be headstrong, defiant and willful.

Just like...well, me.

Yup!

In fact, the twins turned four today.

The boys' T-Rex birthday cake
Where did four years go?

I find myself asking that question each year as time flies by in what appears to be a blur.

Another mom reminded me of a great expression yesterday, "The days are long but the years are short."

How true it is.

Yesterday wasn't just long, it was hellaciously long.

The kids were whiny and cranky all day. I'm reasonably sure it was the stupid time change from daylight savings.

David was the worst. We endured a 20 minute fit over my putting his sippy cup in the diaper bag,  something I've been doing for four years (I use it for sippy cups and food now). Evidently, he wanted to carry it. So I took it out of said bag and put it on the counter so that he could carry it and the tantrum got worse because he wanted to take it out of the bag, something he's never done.

It was hell.

No amount of distraction tactics would work to calm him or divert his attention to something else. He was just determined to scream.

I managed to get him in the car but then actually had to turn around and go back to the house and sit in the driveway with the threat of shutting off the car and going inside to get him to stop.

I was fully prepared to do this but I didn't really want to.

They are learning that mommy doesn't make empty threats. But that doesn't stop them from pushing the limits!

I follow through. It's tough and really, really difficult at times, but I feel it's important for teaching them where the boundaries are, how to follow instructions and to play by the rules!

It doesn't mean that they are not headstrong or defiant at times, yesterday being one of them, but they are learning when to push and when not to.

Sometimes my refusals are based on my fears not their abilities. It's tough to remember that when I'm frustrated.

The boys making silly faces
I'm hoping that their headstrong, defiant behaviors will make them successful and unwilling to quit when life gets rough.

They try so hard to be independent but still need me to zip their jackets, tie their shoes and wipe their butts.

Independence will come but it will take time.

They are only four and I am not in a rush for them to grow up.

Although having them wipe their own butts would be nice.

I love being a mom. The boys complete me in ways I never knew I was deficient. I had to become a mom to truly understand my shortcomings and know love.

Don't Make Me Turn This Car Around!

I did it!!

I ran my first 5K!

I finished with a time of 38:47 and sixth overall in my division...the 50-59 females!

Ugh! I still can't believe that I am 50 years old.

Not really sure how I got here or how I survived passed my early 20's.

I was so stupid, headstrong, and willful. I knew everything and you couldn't tell me a thing.

In short, I  was pretty much a jerk.

Then I stopped drinking became well, a sober, stupid, headstrong, willful, know-it-all!

It's taken many years of trials and tribulations and failures to get to where I am today.

I am smarter but still headstrong although much less stubborn and I know that I don't know much but I can learn anything as long as I am willing to admit what I don't know.

Most importantly, I am a mom.

I am a mom of twin four-year-old boys who are learning to be independent, but can be headstrong, defiant and willful.

Just like...well, me.

Yup!

In fact, the twins turned four today.

The boys' T-Rex birthday cake
Where did four years go?

I find myself asking that question each year as time flies by in what appears to be a blur.

Another mom reminded me of a great expression yesterday, "The days are long but the years are short."

How true it is.

Yesterday wasn't just long, it was hellaciously long.

The kids were whiny and cranky all day. I'm reasonably sure it was the stupid time change from daylight savings.

David was the worst. We endured a 20 minute fit over my putting his sippy cup in the diaper bag,  something I've been doing for four years (I use it for sippy cups and food now). Evidently, he wanted to carry it. So I took it out of said bag and put it on the counter so that he could carry it and the tantrum got worse because he wanted to take it out of the bag, something he's never done.

It was hell.

No amount of distraction tactics would work to calm him or divert his attention to something else. He was just determined to scream.

I managed to get him in the car but then actually had to turn around and go back to the house and sit in the driveway with the threat of shutting off the car and going inside to get him to stop.

I was fully prepared to do this but I didn't really want to.

They are learning that mommy doesn't make empty threats. But that doesn't stop them from pushing the limits!

I follow through. It's tough and really, really difficult at times, but I feel it's important for teaching them where the boundaries are, how to follow instructions and to play by the rules!

It doesn't mean that they are not headstrong or defiant at times, yesterday being one of them, but they are learning when to push and when not to.

Sometimes my refusals are based on my fears not their abilities. It's tough to remember that when I'm frustrated.

The boys making silly faces
I'm hoping that their headstrong, defiant behaviors will make them successful and unwilling to quit when life gets rough.

They try so hard to be independent but still need me to zip their jackets, tie their shoes and wipe their butts.

Independence will come but it will take time.

They are only four and I am not in a rush for them to grow up.

Although having them wipe their own butts would be nice.

I love being a mom. The boys complete me in ways I never knew I was deficient. I had to become a mom to truly understand my shortcomings and know love.

Sunday, July 10, 2016

God's Plan

It was sophomore year in high school I distinctly recall going into the girls bathroom down the hall from the cafeteria with my best friend and having her explain to make myself throw up and get rid of all of the (high calorie/fattening) pasta that I'd consumed at the annual high school spaghetti supper fundraising dinner.

And so began a lifetime battle against the insidious eating disorder: Bulimia.

I spent all of my teenage and most of my adult years obsessing about my weight and torturing myself.

I stopped growing at the towering height of 5'3 & 3/4" and am fairly big boned for someone of my height. According the evil height and weight chart at 157 lbs I am roughly 27 lbs overweight.

Yeah, well, that chart has had me puking my guts up for years.

Not everyone is built the same.

I am not tall, lanky, skinny, slender. I do not have a tiny frame. I am big boned and years of athletics has given me a fantastic muscle base.

I have dieted, exercised, starved myself and body shamed myself for years because designers, the media, mean girls in high school and society in general have lead me to believe that a size 8 or (gasp) a 10 is much too large and that if I am not a size 2 or less then I am not worthy...of anything.

Guess what? They were wrong.

And so was I.

Jeremiah 1:5 says, ""Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations."

God created me and loves me as I am. 

Why then, do I pressure myself to be something other than what I was meant to be? 

Because I have been pressured by "societal norms" for so long that I have allowed them to dictate my worth.  And most importantly, because I did not have the faith to trust in God's plan. 

I could be a size 4 or 6 if I wanted to starve myself and live on protein bars but, quite honestly, I love food too much. 


I have needlessly battled the same 15 pounds for the past two years. I can take it off but it slowly creeps back on until I get to where I am now. 

So here I am.

At 157 lbs I can eat whatever I want and my blood pressure is 112/72. 

I go to the gym a couple of times a week, run around with my twin three-year-old boys and can garden all day without feeling as if I am going to keel over. 

My body is where it wants to be. 

I'm done torturing the beautiful creature that the Lord saw fit to bring into this world. I will no longer treat myself as a lesser person because my weight doesn't fall into the right block on that stupid chart. My worth is no longer going to be dictated by a number on the inside of my jeans or the number on the scale.

God loves me, my husband loves me and my children love me. 

I am choosing to trust God.

The body shaming ends now! 

Friday, July 8, 2016

What The Hell...

The other day David walked up to Daniel, lifted his shirt and licked his back. Daniel screamed and then yelled, "Mommy David slimed me." In a moment of infinite parental wisdom I yelled, "David, keep your tongue to yourself!"

Yeah...sometimes I feel like my life is one big carousel of stupid parenting moments which, from what I've been told, is normal.

I like feeling normal...whatever normal is.

Really what I like feeing is that I am not alone.

Knowing that what I thought was one of the worst "parent fail" moments of the decade isn't really that bad or is nothing new to any other parent makes me feel so much better!

There are tons of parenting books out there but I'm not sure how many deal with sibling lickings.

I try so hard to be a good and righteous mom but there are days that I fail miserably.

The biggest issue I have, and always have had, is my mouth!

Recently Daniel was standing in front of the TV with a toy car poised to roll across the screen. From across the room I yelled, "No!" Followed by, "Daniel put the car down."

He started to lower his arm but raised it back up and held it in front of the screen and I hollered, "Don't you dare."

With that he "vroomed" the car across the flat screen as I screamed, "Nooooo!"

Before I could move David looked at me and said, "That's a dammit mommy."


Face palm!

Oops!

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Parental Oxymoron: Not funny yet hysterical at the same time.

I laughed. Oh relax, I know better but seriously who wouldn't laugh at that one!

A few days after the "Dammit" Daniel walked up to me looked at something that was next to me on the sofa and asked, "What the hell is that?"

Um...

Yeah...all me!

On the grand scale of things this is not the worst. Neither of the kids are running around dropping F-bombs in public but it is a great reminder that these two little people will learn what I teach them and the biggest lessons come from my actions.

I pray on a regular basis to keep myself under control and be a better example.

I'm working on it I really am but dammit it's tough!

Oops!

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Saying Goodbye

I cannot believe that we are almost in July! Between work, the children's programs of Karate and Tumbling and endless loads of laundry, this year is flying by. 

Not all of it has been the chaos that we encounter on a daily basis. 

There has been deep, cutting sadness that I am still attempting to deal with. 

The day after Easter I received a text message from a friend on mine asking if I had seen Facebook. I hadn't as I had been attempting to snooze on the sofa trying to recover from hosting a huge gathering for the Holiday. 

After receiving the text I jumped up and ran to my computer to see what was going on and was horrified to read that our friend had passed away at the age of 31. 

Tears sprang from my eyes and cascaded down my cheeks. 

How? How does this happen? 

I sat and prayed for understanding and acceptance but the pain was deep. 

Knowing that I would never talk to Jessie again nearly crippled me. 

Weeks passed and I found myself unable to move on. Not that I thought I should just be able to accept this, toss it aside and go on with my life but that there was an emptiness or hole that I couldn't seem to fill. 

I reached out on the very page that delivered the bad news and asked if there was a way to hold a service for her in Virginia. The pastor of the church that she had attended contacted me and her father and together we picked a date and got to work. 

Phone calls, emails and writing gave my life purpose and direction. I was no longer struggling through a quagmire of numbness that seemed to anchor my feet to the floor. 

I still miss her. I always will but that day I was able to release some of my sadness and say goodbye. 

I wanted to share my eulogy with you to have you know her the way I did.  


I met Jessie in the spring of 2008 at the NRA Annual meeting in Louisville, Kentucky. This sweet, shy, quiet (little did I know) young lady had my heart from the beginning. Always ready with a smile and a funny story she could turn almost any situation into one filled with laughter.

After we began working together I quickly learned that Jessie was neither shy nor quiet and, aside from saying things like Sir, Ma’am, y’all and “Bless her heart” she blew just about every stereotype of a southern girl out of the water. Being from NH I had mistakenly believed that all southern girls were born knowing how to two-step and spent their Saturday nights in bars listening to country music and learning to line dance. 

That was not the case with Jessie…At all. She was a free spirit who was moved by the things that she loved which could include anything from competitive shooting to knitting and if she could combine the two while listening to Ludacris she would! 

Jessie had a wicked sense of humor that ranged from silly to completely sarcastic and had the ability to make me laugh to the point that I’d have tears streaming down my face and my stomach muscles would hurt for days. She was a fierce competitor who gave it her all whether she was competing with a rifle or in the annual Spoons Tournament at the NRA. 

Jess was just amazing! She truly never met a stranger. Her love of others transcended age, race, religion, marital status and politics. She never let her personal opinions get in the way of being a friend. No matter what, she saw the good in people and there was no gap too wide to bridge. 

She had a deep and abiding love of Christ. Jessie was a living example of unconditional love and was always available to help others regardless of their need. Her devotion helped lead me back to church. She never said, “You should go.” Or “you’re going to rot in hell.” She simply lived her life in a way that made me want to emulate her love of others, as Christ loves us. 

So what is this love? Merriam-Webster defines love as: 

·     a feeling of strong or constant affection for a person

·     attraction that includes sexual desire : the strong affection felt by people who have a romantic relationship
 a person you love in a romantic way 

How’s that for not even coming close?! 

When thinking about Jess, the impact she had on me and on those around her the one passage that keeps coming to mind was First Corinthians, Chapter 13: 4-8 The gift of love. Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. 

My father’s side of the family is Quaker. In a Quaker funeral everyone sits in silent prayer and then, if they feel moved to do so, can stand and talk about the deceased. At my grandmother’s funeral back in the 90s some people read bible verses and others shared stories. 

As the service neared the end a gentleman, that no one recognized stood up, introduced himself and said that he’d been having breakfast with my grandmother every Sunday after church for the past three years. He went on to say that he was sorry that he’d only known my grandmother for three years but after listening to everyone that day he felt blessed to have known her for three years. 

This is how I feel about my friendship with Jessie. I’d only known Jessie for 8 years but am blessed to have known her for that long. I am very proud to call her friend but I do not believe that our friendship happened by chance. CS Lewis summed up friendship the best in The Four Loves:  “In friendship...we think we have chosen our peers. In reality a few years' difference in the dates of our births, a few more miles between certain houses, the choice of one university instead of another...the accident of a topic being raised or not raised at a first meeting--any of these chances might have kept us apart. But, for a Christian, there are, strictly speaking no chances. A secret master of ceremonies has been at work. Christ, who said to the disciples, "Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you," can truly say to every group of Christian friends, "Ye have not chosen one another but I have chosen you for one another." The friendship is not a reward for our discriminating and good taste in finding one another out. It is the instrument by which God reveals to each of us the beauties of others.” 

Jessie’s beauty was Love. 

To know Jessie was simply to know love.  

Sunday, April 3, 2016

Bee Hives, Pneumonia And Lobsters, Oh My!

Over the winter my hubby assembled two new bee hives and we are now awaiting the call to go pick up the colonies and their queens any day now.

Once the hives were assembled hubby took the boys to the hardware store to let them pick out their own colors so that they could help him paint the "bee houses."

In preparation of the arrival of the bees the boys (all three) have been learning about the colony, the workers and the queen.

It's been a very fun process that involves books and videos and even some TV shows. I now know more about bees than I ever thought possible...especially because I am allergic to the little buggers!

The roller coaster of life continues to astound me. One day up, the next down. Last week was a low one.

In fact last week was pretty much a nightmare.

In true three-year-old fashion David stuffed a raisin up his nose Wednesday night.

He was not able to blow it out and the pediatrician was unable to locate it the next day. He assures me that he can still feel it up there.

I truly hope not.

The following morning Daniel woke up with a fever of 102.6. It dropped below 100 after a dose of Tylenol but I still called the doctor to check to see if they wanted to see him. I was advised to keep an eye on him but that if the fever spiked to 105 to go to the ER.

Just after 8pm that night we arrived in the local ER because Daniel's fever had spiked to 105.5!

Within one hour they had him through triage, in a bed, flu tested, given Tylenol and x-rayed to check his lungs for pneumonia.

He tested positive for the flu and for pneumonia. I immediately felt like the worst mom on the face of the earth.

How could I have missed this? What did I do wrong? What should I have done? How did this happen? He was in the pool the day before for over an hour until I physically removed him so we could eat lunch!

How can you be swimming one day and have pneumonia the next?!

Seriously...how does that even happen?!

We were in the ER just under three hours. In that time they ran a flu test, blood tests, took x-rays, hooked up an IV and administered both fluids and antibiotics.

The following day David and I headed to the grocery store to stock up on fruit and a few other staples to get through the weekend/Holiday.

This was the first time that I'd had only one child with me in the grocery store and we had a pretty good time picking things out together.

David is a really smart kid. His verbal skills are above average and his memory is astounding. He picks up on things that most adults don't and even conjugates verbs properly!

The level of his intelligence became very obvious while looking at the lobster tank in our local grocery store. I pointed out that most of the lobsters were pretty small with the exception of one that was considerably larger than all the rest.

"Maybe that's the queen," David replied.

Um...maybe.