LIke Sands Through an Hourglass....

...these are the days of our lives.

Three things that have occurred in the past 24 hours:

1. Last night at my Boot Camp-esque type fitness class, a man punched a woman. No they were not fighting over the aerobic step. Rather we were doing cross jab punches while going backwards and he accidentally hit the woman next to him. I about fell over laughing, while attempting to look concerned for her personal well-being. She was fine and the man was mortified. Good times.

2. While laying in bed last night attempting to fall asleep, Tobe and I had a 20 minute long conversation about candy bars. Not world issues, not family values, but candy bars. People assume that Tobe and I discuss all things psychology 24/7 due to our similar academic background. Sorry to disappoint you people. Instead we discuss the hard hitting issues of chocolate and nugget.

3. Isaac threw-up in a new location today. We have already conquered the car, The Children's Place, Kohls, and various locations in our home in his short 13 months of life. Today it was the jogging stroller and the contents of his stomach included whole milk (much different than formula---I will refrain from posting details). I noticed about 3/4 of the way into our walk that he had spit up some on his shirt. This happens occasionally when he eats and then crawls around like a wild man. As we entered our neighborhood, Isaac began to fuss. This never happens as he loves riding in the stroller. I stopped and peered in at him, only for my mother instinct to kick in and I immediately thought "He is going to throw-up." Yep, the instinct was right and my hand was there to catch some of it. As I attempted to get Isaac out of the stroller (it has several straps and a safety bar) he continued to throw-up. I finally freed him and was able to get him to the grassy area (not someone's yard, but rather a park). By this point, he was finished and the two of us, along with the stroller, were both covered in this unpleasant substance. I then proceeded to carry him while I pushed the stroller home. Thankfully we were close and not a mile into our walk.
The best part of this situation was the fact that this happened about ten feet away from where all the high school kids in our neighborhood were waiting for the bus. They all became dead quiet and just starred at us. I believe that a video tape of a child throwing-up should replace the picture of the sad pregnant girl in all the marketing campaigns for teenage abstinence. Much more effective.
Isaac is fine now. He has been struggling with his allergies and he always gets sick when he has too much drainage. I keep Pedi-lyte on hand for this very reason and he has kept that down along with some toast and pears. However, the verdict is still out on whether or not the jogging stroller will recover.