The 24th of July was the best, worst day ever. We spent the
night up at my parents' house, and M woke us up bright and early, around
5:50. Too early!!! We went to the Ogden Pioneer Day parade and really had a fun
time there. We went with Aunt Miriam and her kids and my mom. It was a fun
parade and all the kids really seemed to enjoy it. The worst part of the day was
when we were getting ready to leave we looked around and Miriam was gone. It was
horrible! We ran up and down streets yelling for what seemed like forever. It
was probably more like five minutes, but it was my worst nightmare. I kept
thinking that the only way she could have gotten that far away from us was if
someone had been carrying her. Someone kidnapped my baby!!! Thankfully, someone
came walking our way carrying her. I have no idea how far she went or anything,
but some good person noticed that she didn't seem to be with any adults and
brought her back the way she came. That experience was so much more horrible
than I can describe, but I am so grateful to have her back.
After the parade we went to my mom's house where we had a really fun
pioneer day, making dolls, playing games, and eating a ton of yummy food. Well,
I must have eaten something that disagreed with me because right as we were getting
ready to go I got hit hard with nausea. I threw up for a while then rested. I
didn't quite make it all the way home before I threw up again. And then I threw
up some more that night. Pretty great huh? It was such a fun-filled, horrible
day. Despite waking up before dawn, temporally losing my child, and ending the day with a stomach bug, I have happy feelings associated with that day. Weird. :) One
thing that was funny was that Ellie asked me, "Did pioneers paint their
toenails? Why?" :) I took Miriam in for her 2 year check up and she
has gained a little bit on the percentile scale. She is still pretty skinny,
but good.


