|Peanut believes she can fly|
Faith was a perfect little angel for the 2 hour drive (meaning we didn't hear a peep out of her) and I can credit the Wiggles Christmas DVD for that miracle. It's funny to hear songs about it being hot at Christmas time, crazy Australians.
We had a good time at the party and Faith ate half her body weight in sweets, which I thought was probably not the best idea, but when there are grandmas around, these things happen. She was fine for the drive home other than some fussing for snacks (that kid is a bottomless pit). As I carried her upstairs for her bath, she burped once and then vomited a little bit. It was almost like spit up, but it was definitely vomit. She didn't seem bothered by it and went down for the night with no issues.
We let her sleep in on Sunday morning instead of getting up for early church (yes, we might have also enjoyed sleeping in too), and she seemed fine when she woke up. However, while I was out picking up the dog from the kennel, she screamed bloody murder for my husband for the whole time I was gone. Once I got home she cheered up, so we assumed it was just brattiness, not sickness. Faith and Peanut were really happy to be reunited:
|Mmmm...did you have ham for lunch?|
Since she gave my husband such a hard time when I was gone, I decided to wait to go on my run until she went down for her nap. This meant I left for my run at almost noon, which I never do. I didn't eat lunch before I left, but I did have a Coke. I thought it would be warmer leaving for my run that late, but it was still blustery and the wind was really bad when I ran near the water. I tried to run with music, but after 3 miles my headphones broke so I ran most of the way just listening to my own breathing and the wind.
Around mile 6 I was running through a waterfront neighborhood and I heard a loud BANG of gunfire really close by and I almost dropped to the ground. It turned out it was just a dude shooting cans in his backyard, but man, that sure scared me. I'm used to hearing gunfire from hunting when I run, but it's never that close. Shortly after that, I was chased by two loose dogs for a bit, but luckily they were lazy and didn't want to follow me for long. My husband laughed at me when I told him about the dogs when I got home and he asked "What kind of dogs?" and I had to answer "One was really big black one! And.....a Boston terrier." In my defense, I was more concerned about the big one, but that Boston terrier seemed pretty tough too. :)
By mile 10, I had a flare up of that really bad chest pain from my bronchitis recovery, so I headed straight home and ended the run at 12 miles instead of the 13-14 I was aiming to run. I finished up the 12 miles in 1:43 (8:38 average pace), which is pretty fast for me. I don't know why it was fast, so I'll just credit my pre-run Coke and the flat route.
After I got cleaned up from my run, I did exciting things like mopping and dishes and Faith was forced to watch football with my husband (oh the humanity!). She was still fussier than normal and she threw up again. It wasn't a huge amount, but it was enough that I cut out her dairy (per our doctor's recommendation for any stomach upset). As a result, I gave her peanut butter crackers for dinner and I remembered why I hate giving her peanut butter.
|If you refilled my peanut butter, I'd only need one cracker|
|I guess I'll eat this soggy cracker after all|
|Peanut butter goatee!|
I'm not sure what's up with the baby vomit, but I'll call the doctor if it happens again. Third time is the charm, right?
On a non-vomited related note, I have been branching out in the kitchen. During 50 mile training, I developed quite the pasta habit, meaning we had pasta for dinner at least 3 nights a week. My husband got really tired of pasta, so as a reward to him for putting up with it, I've been trying to only have pasta for dinner once a week (I still eat it every day for lunch, haha I have a problem). So this means I've been trying to make new dishes and so far, it's been fun! I don't really like cooking because I hate clean up, but I've been enjoying eating different dishes.
On Friday night I made lamp chops for the first time at home and they came out SO good. I freaking love lamb so much. I know a lot of people have a problem eating cute baby animals, but when it tastes that good, I'm ok with it. Last night I made my first chicken pot pie:
|This is my idea of "Getting fancy" in the kitchen|
|I didn't even burn it!|
I'm also getting crazy for Christmas because I didn't want to make another turkey (we just finished the leftovers and I can't take anymore turkey). I've ordered a standing rib roast and I have no idea how to cook that, but I trust Google will steer me (haha, steer....get it?) in the right direction.
What's the last "new" thing you cooked at home?