Watering stations

Watering stations can mean at least two different things. One is our four year tradition of manning the 9 mile marker of Grandma's Marathon to hand out water and cheer on the weary runners. The other is administering water via two teaspoon medicine dropper every three minutes in order to rehydrate a very sick girl. Unfortunately this weekend poor Freja (and Mom) got to experience the latter while Daddy and Naomi enjoyed the former.

We were so excited to go out and cheer on the runners again this year.

Last year was Nomi's first time out but she was still pretty little and got tired of the whole deal about 1/2 hour into it. So this was to be the first year that everyone was really on board and excited, especially Freja who has been doing this "her whole life". Alas, at 2AM Saturday morning Freja came into our room having thrown up all over her own and proceeded to cover our bedroom and both bathrooms by 6am. She was soooo disappointed when I told her that she could not go to Grandma's.

So Dusty and Nomi headed out and had a great time. Lots of people took water from Nomi. Even though I wasn't there, it was fun to look at the pictures and see these tired runners/walkers coming toward the camera. You can see when they catch site of little Nomi holding the water and how their faces just light up.

After the marathon Dusty and Naomi tooled around town running errands and who-knows-what as they were on strict orders to stay free and clear of our germ infested house. I spent the whole day disinfecting everything that Freja could have touched. One bright spot in our weekend was a surprise visit from Grandma and Grandpa Corwin who had been out galavanting around on their motorcycle and showed up at church. Dusty invited them over but they didn't stay long once they saw how sick Freja really was. Finally by late Sunday night she had gained back a couple of pounds that she had lost and was on the road to recovery.