So apparently the fetus is sucking blog creativity out of me. Either that or I have been too busy and too tired to blog. I am getting my normal energy back for a little while, though- so I would like to take this opportunity to try to kick start the olde blog again.
Mike is entering the home stretch of grad school. He started the semester out right by skipping class to rejoin his group, Six Miles Ahead, to sing with grammy award winning Darmon Meader at a Jazz Fest in Salt Lake.
Then, he skipped class to meet me in Florida for Clinical Practice Model conference. These are some of my UBC pals from the other units in the hospital.
We stayed at the Disney Coronado Springs Resort, and although we did not visit any of the actual Disney theme parks, we did get our fill of Mickey. We won't be going back until Dave is about 12.
Apparently where they get the chicken they sell at Disney.
Paradise Island was pretty cool, I'll give them that.
The Resort was nice and a fun place for a conference. The only problem was how expensive everything was and how far one was from anything non-Disney on the resort. There was not even a McDonalds within walking distance (not that I endorse McDonalds). It was sort of like a Disney prison camp- minus the guards with guns and barbed wire. And with hot tubs.
And a sweet heated pool with a replicated Mayan ruin pyramid waterfall.
And Cuban food. So really, not a half bad prison camp.
Then we headed to Clearwater Florida where we ate lots and lots of fried fish and drank frozen fruity drinks on the beach and read books. It was really wonderful. I would like to go parasailing there someday... when it's not quite so chilly.
We walked all the way back to the car in the downpour that wouldn't let up. It was like showering fully clothed, but was actually a really fun time. Goodbye 40 bucks, hello memories!
Through my failure to blog, I have also failed to recognize the conception of my best friend's first child! I attended her baby shower this weekend- where I got teary eyed thinking about the possibility of our sons (we are due one month apart) being best friends, or college roommates or mission companions... Congrats to Andi and Adam! Can't wait to meet the little fella!
Imagine being born and raised in Texas and never having been to a rodeo. Odd, I know. Then imagine feeling a little overcome with emotion after the National Anthem (as usual) and almost outright crying when the bareback riders were getting bucked off their horses, and saying, "Oh! Oh!! Oh my gosh!!" when the poor fellows almost got their heads stomped on. It happened to a friend of mine. True story.
Apparently where they get the chicken they sell at Disney.
The Resort was nice and a fun place for a conference. The only problem was how expensive everything was and how far one was from anything non-Disney on the resort. There was not even a McDonalds within walking distance (not that I endorse McDonalds). It was sort of like a Disney prison camp- minus the guards with guns and barbed wire. And with hot tubs.
And a sweet heated pool with a replicated Mayan ruin pyramid waterfall.
So cliche to be posting the ultrasound picture, but I couldn't help but be amazed again at the miraculous way life is created when we saw our little peanut today.
We had an impromptu duck feeding after feeding the snakes and tarantulas in Adam's Science classroom. Ducks seemed tame after the trip to school...
We slept in comfy hotel beds, and went swimming in the pool. Dave got his own roll away (which we were excited about) and they brought him a crib the next night in Memphis (which he was super excited about, but didn't really fit into).
And we ate the most fabulous egg and asparagus sandwich for breakfast at a restaurant called Bread & Company- which I have been craving ever since...
And, of course, Dave totally rocked the Opry stage. He's going to be famous some day. Kid can hold a guitar.
On the way home we stopped in Memphis to check out Graceland and try out some real southern cookin'. And we didn't go to the Applebee's... or the China Buffet as one store clerk suggested. We did try Tennessee style fried pickles and collard greens somewhere near Union Ave. downtown.
Oh, and Dave ate a sugar cookie as big as his head. The End.
