Well, we're alive!--and back from Pennsylvania. I had a seriously great time. My brother surprised me in the baggage claim when I flew into Philly--see big bro's in the Marines and was supposed to be gone at military engineer camp for the summer by the time I arrived. I was so sad because he was then going to start college again in the fall and hadn't seen Jude yet. BUT NO. The government screwed up his orders and big brother showed up. Of course I started crying. He met grumpy Mr. Jude and our wonderful family 2-week visit began.
Bryon took us around the parts of PA that I really didn't pay much attention to: Amish country and Quakertown.
SO GLAD WE DID THIS.
These people know what they're doing when it comes to food.
And I love food.
We got d-lish-us donuts.
I will post about these later.
Anyway, I had a great time with my brother. When Adam left last Wednesday to get back to work, Bryon started my post-pregnancy training.
He whooped my butt, but I feel so much stronger now.
Who knew that after I pushed out the babe that I wouldn't be able to jump over things with both feet together?
Anyway, we've been running. I LOVE running and can't wait to work up to 5 miles-a-day again.
Considering the camera issues we're having, I'll share with you one of the multiple food exercions Adam and I went on while in PA.
It's called Rita's Italian Ice--and you've never had anything like it. It's like gelato, but not. I'm eating chocolate peanut butter (I know what you're thinking, and no it's actually quite amazing) and Adam's is a mix of lemon and cranberry.
The world does need more Rita's.