So I am trying to blog again. I realize it has been more than a year since I've been on here last. Bella started walking last Sunday. I think all of the practicing she did with her dad in Disney World and on the beach really helped her. She just keeps gaining more and more confidence.
We slept out at the 24th of July parade. I am now convinced I don't want to do it again. My body hurt all night-a sleeping bag does not offer much cushion to the cold hard ground. The noise kept waking me up and I was worried one of my babies would slide down off the grass and hit their heads on the concrete. In the morning we found out that we were sitting on the 'sunny side' of the great spot. When we got home, I was just exhausted and wanted to sleep. Then we ate lunch and I came back and slept. Miguel woke me up at nine to tell me he was going to the fireworks and I realized my stomach hurt. A little while later I heard Curt throwing up in his room. I don't think there is anything worse than someone who is feeling queasy having to clean up puke. But we made it though. We both threw up a few times and then I couldn't make it to church because I still felt so sick. When Miguel and the kids got home, Curt crawled in bed for a few hours. Then I called Missy and she was sick too. Miguel thought maybe we had heat stroke, but I think we may have gotten sick from Bella who was sick 2 nights ago.
The parade was good, but since we saw the floats at the Expo Center, we really wouldn't have missed much by skipping the parade. Or maybe if I go next year I will show up at 8:30-just in time for the parade to start.
At least I learned my lesson.
