The Motion of the Ocean
This morning on our daily ferry commute to Seattle, I experienced what I believe was my first bout of nausea. Let me just say it wasn't that great. I think it may have been caused not by my already perfect child, but the fact that I rushed myself out the door this morning. A result of a NOT-so-good nights sleep. So I didn't really get any breakfast, unless you count a prenatal vitamin and a glass of cranberry juice healthy. No? I didn't think so. Another problem with me rushing in the morning is the lunch I pack for myself, or the lack thereof. By quickly throwing items from our pantry into my backpack, I ended up with a container of applesauce, a package of saltines, and half a bag of baby carrots. I think I may head to the deli down the road in a while to supplement my insane thinking. I will just say this in my defense, Hopefully, this senario will not likely happen again anytime soon.
The Dad...
He's the guy who, according to Finnegan, goes to work to build bridges and make money. He enjoys stuff like Kayaking and relaxing when he gets a spare moment.
The Mom...
The gal who writes the blogs, takes the pictures, Can't stop sewing, and hangs at home with the Finnegan.
The Kiddo...
He's 3, and he's on the move. What more could you ask for?
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