Last week, I came down with some kind of respiratory cold that knocked me on my butt. I seriously have not been that sick in years (excepting morning sickness). I could barely get out of bed. I could barely breathe or speak or function. And Wednesday, when it was raging at its worst, I was on my own with the kids for the first time in months, as it was Todd's first day of work. And we had no power for a few hours, as there were 70-100 mph winds ripping through. It was a rough day.
(This was taken at lunchtime. Our house gets exactly zero natural light, even on a sunny day, so during the dark, stormy power outage, we got to lunch by candlelight just to see properly. Ask me how I feel about this.)
The silver lining to all of it, though, was that I discovered the deeply healing properties of hot whiskey. Our grandparents knew what was up, y'all: drink a Hot Toddy for a throat cold. Thank me later. (And keep your Hot Toddy jokes to yourself... I've already told them all and made Hot Toddy roll his eyes out of embarrassment/pure love.)
Todd spent Friday night and all day Saturday at a Connection Group leaders' retreat. He shot a gun for the first (and second and third) time in his life. He stayed up until 2:30 a.m. catching and spearing bullfrogs in the pitch dark with a bunch of guys, some of whom were only in their underwear. Also, this happened:
From what I can tell, men's retreats are different than women's retreats.
I have completed Week 3 of my Couch to 5k endeavor. I'm pretty sure I could qualify for the Boston Marathon at this point.
Next week, I promise to finally update you about Rocco at eight months (since he's now almost nine months)! I just lost all the photos we took that day, so I've been putting it off. And I'll share more pictures of our time at the lake. See you next week!