Today I am officially sick. I know this for certain after having an entire night filled with those “sick dreams” that I am sure you are familiar with—they make no sense but remain vivid throughout the next day because you likely had them in a feverish half-sleep. So rather than complain, I thought I would simply write-up a completely incoherent post and bank on some cute pictures of Frances and George to distract you from my nonsense.
This past Saturday I ran the Richmond half marathon. It wasn’t my fastest 13.1 miles (by far) but thankfully it also wasn’t my slowest and considering I spent much of this past year recovering from a knee injury I was happy with my race. (And just so you know, that entire last sentence is a complete falsehood—I really wish I had run faster and kick myself for not pushing more through the race).
I wish I could say that the blurry picture is because I was running too fast for the camera to focus. Nope. The only thing out-of-focus in this picture is my brain.
And speaking of brains, I have Christmas on my mind—or more specifically, Christmas cards. In an attempt to get some Christmas card pictures other than those I have posted on this blog, I set Frances and George up in our sunroom with promises of a morning at the playground and M&Ms after lunch if they would sit still and smile for the next five minutes. After four years, Frances has the photo session down to an art; George is still a work in progress, but is learning from the best. Below are some of the outtakes:
|G's "cheese" face captured half-smile|
|He is very likely saying, "Ish!" (George's nickname for Frances)|
|Even professionals get bored|
|We're getting closer...|
And finally, I took this great shot of Frances and Max yesterday while the kids were “helping” me sweep up the leaves:
George felt left out and insisted on a close-up of his own:
Not Christmas card material, but hilarious none the less. Or maybe that's just my fever kicking in again.
Happy Wednesday everyone!