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Woah…I started this on Saturday and am just getting a chance to post it! AND…Edited to ADD…my friend Marjorie ran a marathon and we got to see her cross the finish line!
She ran the Battan Memorial Death March Marathon and finished in the top 10% of her division! Go Marjorie!
So LAST weekend, we got together to wind yarn, and THIS weekend, my fearless Knitting Group is getting together to test out my FOUR Knitting in the Heartland classes. A brave bunch of ladies, no?
I want to make sure that all the questions are answered, and the handouts and examples are just perfect.
I’m really looking forward to next weekend! Mom and Mazie are both coming with me, and the Japel grandparents are meeting us there…so if you’re going, you’ll likely meet our whole posse at some point! (Except Nate, who’s going to be enjoying a quiet weekend in his painting studio!)
Miss Mazie has had a great last few nights. She’s starting to handle her farts better. For a while there, every time she farted, she would scream. Now she’s starting to realize that it’s just a part of life. Poor baby. She still has a hard time transitioning into the sleep zone, but we’re working on it.
We’ve also been trying to head the crying off at the pass by making sure we go for looooooong evening walks. Last night, we went out at 6:30 and stayed out until about 9. We stopped for dinner halfway, and just walked and walked and she forgot that she usually has a big fit right then. I was the same way. I guess I still am. I love to stay up late and sleep in. Or, I *used* to…now I’ll go to sleep any chance I get!
Oh Man, the other day Nate asked me, “Are you nervous about traveling with her?” At first I thought he meant Mom…then I realized…I’m taking a 2.5 month old baby on a plane. On FOUR planes. Eek.
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You’ll find that traveling and even camping with an infant is much easier than traveling with an older baby. When they’re not so mobile, they’re much more willing to lie happily in your arms or in a temporary crib where they can see what’s going on instead of insisting on being in the midst of it all.
Oh interesting, I didn’t know there was a marathon for the Death March of Battan… My, let’s see, great-uncle once removed (I think that’s the correct “tree” position!) Big Ted (nickname) survived said Death March. He wasn’t ever right afterwards, and he sure didn’t talk about it, but we know where he was and we know he was there, and at the right time, and so hints and piecing together comments helped us figure it out. It’s incredible to be related to someone so flipping tough that they survived that sort of thing, and he was incredibly lucky to come home from it.