"Mommy, I just really do love you."

"Mommy, I just really do love you."

"Aww, thanks Brennan.  I love you too."

"I know Mommy, but I just really do love you a lot.  You're the best.  You're just my best friend."

"I think you're the best Brennan in the whole wide world, little bug."

"Mommy, that's a really nice thing to say."

Snot.

Well, today was a first.  All 5 members of our family are currently on antibiotics for the same sinus infection-ish thing that is causing bronchitis and ear infections.  At least we're all in it together?

Yesterday I heard Brennan wheezing and decided that I'd had enough of all of this sickness flying around our house and called the pediatrician to make 3 appointments for today.  The Mommy & Daddy doctor?  Not available until Thursday.  Dude.  So not cool.

We arrived late to our appointment because Kiernan projectile-puked all over himself and all over me after having a coughing fit right before we walked out the door.  Thankfully Brian was able to meet me there.  Wrangling 3 sick kids in the doctor's office while trying to speak to the pediatrician and not sound like a complete crazy person is not my idea of a good time.  After checking lungs, ears, noses, and any other essential body parts, the pediatrician wrote 3 antibiotic prescriptions and deemed nebulizer treatments necessary for Brennan.  He got one before we left the doctor's office and the poor kid took it like a champ.

13.1.

Well, I did it.  I didn't get picked up by the slow people bus.

I ran/walked for 13.1 straight miles through the parks of Disney with 11,599 other mental patients like myself and finished before 1783 poor souls.  We started at the ESPN Wide World of Sports, curved through Animal Kingdom and Hollywood Studios, and ended at Epcot.  All in the dark of night.  The Disney Wine and Dine Half Marathon is truly unlike any other race I've ever experienced.  And I haven't run many other races, but I sure as hell have watched a lot.  I'm here to tell you, though, that running one is very different than watching one.

Post-race at Epcot

I've been told by some people that running a marathon (full or half) is like childbirth - it's long, hard, and painful, but incredibly worth it in the end.

Whoever said this must have been a man.

New family photos!

Lisa Marshall Photography

I've written about my photogra-friend Lisa and her fabulous photography before and gushed over how much a looooove the photos she has taken of our family over the past year.  The newborn pictures she took of the boys were amazingly gorgeous and the photos she took last spring were so bright and cheery and perfect.

Snotty nerves.

Today's the day, friends.

Tonight I'll lace up my running shoes and along with 15,000 of my closest friends, I'll run/walk from Disney's ESPN Wide World of Sports, through Animal Kingdom and Hollywood Studies, and over to Epcot where I'll most likely collapse into a heap of snotty, dehydrated fat girl.  That is, if I make it the whole way.

I was feeling good about this race until yesterday.  Thursday I came down with the cold Brennan brought home and now my head is clogged with snot.  I can deal with that, as running usually clears my head (literally and figuratively).  My concern is my lungs.  I'm coughing a bit and as an asthmatic, that spells trouble.

We'll see.  I'm determined to give all I can give, I just don't know how much I can give right now.  All of the thoughts and prayers you are able to share would be appreciated!

If I could make out with inventor of diphenhydramine, I would. (I can't though. He's dead. I checked.)

Kiernan and I flew to Michigan on Wednesday and returned back home to FL today.  He caught a cold from his big brother before we left, but did surprisingly well for our entire visit.  Then of course on Thursday I started to feel sick.  Kiernan is pretty good on an airplane, but I knew from the way I was feeling that being in that pressurized tin can 35,000 feet in the air was not going to feel good.

So in an effort to keep the absolutely misery (both his, mine, and our fellow passengers') to a minimum, I decided to give him some Tylenol and Benadryl before we took off.  Honestly?  Best.Decision.Ever.

Mommy's Hero.

So we can add heroes to Brennan's list of obsessions.  Not talking about Superman or Batman.  Nope.  I'm talking real life heroes - policemen and firemen.  

Brennan gets so excited when he hears sirens.  It's super cute.  

He chose to be a policeman for Halloween and I must say he was cute the cute little cop.