Pre-Resurrection Resurrection

Well, the computer is finally back online at home after a couple days at the shop. Just a dead battery, but in the meantime we had a six-inch snowstorm on Tuesday and we just didn't feel like journeying out in the nasty wind & snow for a computer. But it's back and working again; resurrected from the dead, if you will, at least for now.

In the meantime, here's what's happened. That great run on Saturday may have really cost me - I have some sort of tendonitis in my left foot and have been ordered to shut down for a week to let it heal. Our Nurse Practicioner gave me Naproxen and a steroid to help it heal faster, and even after 12 hours I can feel it working, so hopefully that will be the end of that. If I can get a 20 miler in before the marathon I'll feel okay about my chances, but if the weather doesn't improve I won't be able to bike to keep my fitness up where it needs to be. Right now there's still a few inches of snow & muck on the ground and that is bad news for outdoor workouts around here. Hopefully I'll at least be able to get a long ride in Saturday morning.

Sunday night was AJ's first nuclear meltdown. I had her at home for the afternoon while Beloved led some workshops at her church in Alexandria. We arrived home with groceries around 4:00, and I had just enough time to put the refrigerated stuff away before the storm ensued. She managed to get down half a bottle between crying fits and then proceeded to wail at the top of her lungs. For three hours.

Three.

Hours.

Screaming.

Baby.

Screaming.

Daddy. (into a pillow, of course)

Finally I bundled her into the car again and took off. I figured if she didn't stop by the time I got to Lutheran Social Services I'd just drop her off for adoption and tell Beloved it was for the best. ;-) Thankfully she finally quieted down after about 10 minutes in the car and I brought her home, asleep, after an hour or so. I needed the time for myself, too. Wow, that was some night.

Thankfully, Monday night was as much the opposite as one might hope. Dad & Ainsley had a lovely night at home while Beloved was back at work in Alex. Since I'm woefully behind on the Baby Ainsley 365 project I'll need a day or two to figure out how many pictures I need to post. Here's one of us finally getting the Baby Bjorn to work on Monday night. The key ingredient? You guessed it: the pacifier. Who knew?