Vacation: day one (Saturday)

You can blame me for the worst start to a vacation in the history of vacations.

I'm the one who took Marina to her four-year-old checkup without realizing that, HOLYCRAP, they give you lots of shots at this one. Not since her baby days was the kid stuck so much with a needle. And after the first one, Marina wasn't having it. She screamed and cried and yelled and announced, "I do not want this" about a million times.

But those nurses are sneaky.

So today Marina was all fevery and crabby and blah. At one point I looked in the playroom and she was just laying there on the floor, her belly on the ground and her arms and legs spread out like a starfish.

Then her mood just oozed onto all of us. And there was no food in the house. And the Padres lost. And that was the first day of our vacation.

Meal time(s)

Remember when I wrote that article that made everyone in San Diego upset because OMG I make two dinners sometimes: one for the kids and one for me?

All those letters and comments got me thinking that maybe I should change my ways. And for a while I only made one dinner. And then I gained, like, five extra pounds. And so you know what haters? I'm over it. If I want to make two dinners, I'm going to make two dinners.

Sick

When I last wrote a post on this blog (which I sent via text message and thought I was pretty clever), I was sick.

It was the first day that I was sick. I got something weird from working Comic-Con, an assignment that involved me tracking down a stabber and then photographing him. For that, I got my first photo credit.

But I have also been sick since.

I've been on antibiotics, steroids, rest and work. Nothing seems to be working.

So when we do something like get Ella a new bed, or take a family trip to Coronado on the ferry or go watch Ramona and Beezus after school one day, I'm too wiped to talk about it after the fact.

I'm off to the doctor. Hopefully we'll get my breathing issues back on track in time for Mexican vacation next week! Woooo!