Turn Around and Run!

No really...turn around and run! This one's a doozy cause Momma's a-venting! You know, sometimes I wish I was a nurse. If I was a nurse, I would not have been up at 3:30 in the morning on the Internet trying to find explanations for all of my sweet baby girl's troubles. Poor Sassy has not been feeling so well. But you know, the only things she is struggling with are a little stuffy nose and a fever. Now, her fever has gotten a little high (102.6....I know, I know....it's nothing...), but we are going on day three and by golly, I just want her to feel better! It just really puts me in semi-panic mode when I can feel the heat radiating off of her body onto mine, you know? And she just looks up at me with her snotty nose and those baby blues saying, "Mum, will you give me anything I want?" And I say "Oh yes, Baby! Of course!" Anyway...she is playing the part of Sleeping Beauty miraculously right now. It's hard for me not to go in there and crawl into her crib with her, but I know she needs her rest (and frankly, I would break the crib...).

I have to admit, I am pretty bummed out this morning. With Ava being sick, I am missing out on a morning pj party. My MOPS group is gathering as I sit here listening to the ever-so-familiar lullaby CD through the baby monitor. I even had Ava's fresh pajamas laying out ready for her to change into (she tends to take more than a couple of potty breaks during the night.) We were going to go over to Kristi's house this morning along with the other mommies and kiddos from our MOPS table and bake cookies, and read books, and play until we worked off the cookies, and then eat more cookies. A blissful cycle. But you know? It just didn't work out for us and that's okay. I just imagined how awful I would have felt if we got another baby sick or if her fever just sky rocketed. So, we're staying here today at the Wood Stay in Your Pjs Day party.

I am in my second set of pjs myself. Why? Well (let the trumpets sound!)....I have decided that I am going to get up with Keith (that's 6:00am, friends) and go for a morning run. That way, I know I will do it! Ava and I do a really good job of taking the jogging stroller out maybe 3 or 4 times a week (lately it has been less). But it is just so windy lately. Running is not fun while pushing a 10 or 15 pound stroller with a 21 pound baby inside of it, against the wind. And walking tends to get a little boring in our neighborhood (I don't especially enjoy reminding myself how much I hate not having any trees around here every time we walk). So, Ava and I will continue to go out for a walk for enjoyment and I will make sure I do my run in the morning! It was a good run, until I turned a corner and saw my street's "guard dog" waiting for my arrival. And I couldn't turn around and run, because Lassie would chase me. I tell you, people, put your dogs on a leash! I won't spend too long on my soapbox just because my legs are tired from my run, but dogs belong on a leash. If you are at a dog park, fine. But in a neighborhood? Where there are cars and kids...nuh uh. And this dog is dark brown. I almost ran right into it because it blended in with the dark. And I always see it walking up and down the street. She's beautiful, don't get me wrong. Would I want one? Sure, give me 20. But when I have to walk the other direction because I don't want her to attack my stroller, or change my running route because she is standing there saying "I dare you...come closer...", that's not right. Okay I'm stepping down from my soapbox. Wait! Only with one foot! One more thing! I did call the animal protective services, or whatever you call them, a while back. I was told that they couldn't come out right away but maybe the next week. Whatever! That dog is going to know you are on your way and it is going to hide. That dog will get all cammo on us and sit in a dark bush or something. She's smart! She's already got me changing up my exercise route. Anyway...the moral of this story (is there one?) is never give up on your law enforcement representatives. Maybe 10 minutes after I got back home (my heart still racing from both my run and my near death dog attack) what did I see? Well, I saw my dear friends in their shiny black Navigator with pretty lights on top driving down my street. I think it said something like, oh, "Sheriff" on the side. They were on their way to rescuing that dog. I guess they could hear my mind grumbling this morning...I don't know how they knew. It was 7:00 in the morning after all. Okay, now the other foot's off.

Phew! I need to put something sweet in here now after all of that! Speaking of sweet...Keith and I had a garage sale this weekend and made some sweet money. Boy did we clear out some clutter. And a lot of what we didn't sell I either convinced myself for the 10th time to keep it or it went to our good friends at Goodwill. Keith took my Tribeca to drop the stuff off and it was full. Anyway, this time of year is great for garage sales because the earnings turn into some extra Christmas gift funds. And these days...well, you know how it is. But it felt good to drop off all of that stuff! And I know it will all go to someone who won't just put it in their garage like we did. We are so blessed to have everything and more of everything to give it away.

Now...out of today's blog you can get 6 things (yes 6! I was very informative!)

1. Don't be afraid to get on your soapbox from time to time. Just remember to get down.
2. Stay away from guard dogs. When all else fails...turn around and run.
3. Have a garage sale.
4. Let your hair air-dry every once in awhile (I didn't address this before, but, yes, it's good for the soul.)
5. Thank God everyday for your blessings even if they have snotty noses.
6. Go home and put your pjs on.

Have a wonderful day--hope you smiled. Thanks for reading.