In the park

We had to take a family photo a couple of weeks ago for an RUF letter and this is one we didn't use.  I mostly just like Bug and Elliot's expressions in this photo.  They both look a little lost.

Buggie is definitely feeling better.  She's been much more herself today, flirting with us, laughing, creeping around the house.  Elliot has somehow slipped a bit back into whiny mode, but we're putting him through detox here.  

I think it was only 80 here today.  I got a tour of the big old house across the street that a student's father bought and is paying to have rehabbed.  It has 9 bedrooms and two kitchens.  Well, 2 1/2.  I lost count of the bathrooms and closets.  Unbelievable.  Built in the late 1800's, it has a porch that wraps around the entire front and part of the sides of the house.  We sort of live next to a dorm.  Half the dorm is coming over for dinner Wednesday.  A puppy, which Elliot I think has claimed as his own, also lives there.

Tomorrow is our first play group with some moms from the church here.  It's a bit different from the Grace and Peace nursery - we're going to a mall play place and having lunch in the food court.  I'm thankful for the invitation and looking forward to getting to know some women better.  

On another note, the presidential poll is over and I have to say - I'm shocked!  I had no idea my readership was so red.  Thanks for voting, everyone!  More polls to come.  

Buggie

Just as an update, she's a bit better after her first two doses of drugs.  She smiled and laughed and even danced this evening.  Much more like the normal Bug.  In other news, Michael tried to ride his scooter in the rainstorm this evening and returned in 5 minutes when even the cars were pulling over and he got hit with a piece of HAIL.  Cute, but not always practical.  That's my Michael.

Just this morning

So it's been a long three days.  Elsie's been crying pretty much anytime I'm not holding her and has had a fever the last two days, getting higher.  She finally made it to the doctor at 11:30 this morning where our new, slightly strange but seemingly nice doctor looked in her right ear and said, "Wow.  That looks horrible!"  This explains the last three days.  Poor Bug.  In the meantime, this morning we went to the Waffle House for breakfast.  I only remember going to the Waffle House in Georgia on the way to Florida beaches when I was little.  I loved the grits, the buttery eggs, and the very sweet syrup.  It was like ethnic food for the Illinois girl.  All the way there Elliot said, 'I eat egg, bacon, waffle.'  And then all the way back, 'I eat egg, bacon, waffle, choc milk. ' It was a good morning for Elliot.  Buggie held her own with 1/2 a waffle, some bacon, and some grits.

But then after a very much too short nap, we got in the car to walk along the river before our doc appointment.  Buggie screamed a lot, but she would have done that at home, too.  Elliot loved the big boats, the trolley tourist trams, and the 'big bumpy train tracks' all along the river road. Here are a couple of boats we saw there.  

And yes, here is my own private Speed Racer.  I'm very proud.  Isn't he cute?  A friend let him borrow a scooter since we have just the van right now.  Elliot was very impressed.  He wears a helmet and the thing doesn't go over 40, so maybe he'll live.  

That's the report from Savannah.  

Perks

So, there are perks to being an RUF Campus Minister's wife.  Part of Michael's job is visiting churches in the area that support RUF.  What that meant yesterday was going to one new church in the morning, and another in the evening.   This also meant two new nurseries for Elliot to be left in while screaming.  Poor kid.  

But the evening service where Michael preached was at a church that actually had a huge rose garden on the grounds.  And when dinner was over, one man handed me this bouquet and told me to take it home.  That's a perk I can handle.  They also sent us home with a big pan of lasagna.  Nice.  

Let's spice it up

So as you may have seen, the shoulders had it in the sunburn poll.  Now that I know it's anonymous, let's have some more fun with the questions.  Let's get a read on the slant of the Lincoln Street readers...

Notice the poll

I found a polling feature on the Blogger page.  Thought it'd be fun.  Cast your votes.  The poll will change regularly.  

The Roundhouse Museum

So Friday morning I decided to venture out.  There are lots of things to see in Savannah, so I've read.  And our first stop was the Roundhouse Museum downtown.  There are lots of big trains like the one you see here, a smoke stack, a caboose you can climb around in complete with Thomas books inside, train videos, and, the finale, an entire Thomas the train table with roads and tracks inside the gift shop.  We spent a WHILE there both before the actual museum and after.  

Here you see Elliot in front of what I think was his favorite train.  He kept coming back to it.  The kid slid, while screaming, three times OUT of the stroller when I told him we had to leave.  The guy in the gift shop just stood there, kind of stunned, I think.  Obviously not a father.  

The most amazing thing about this picture is that I actually took it on my PHONE and then FIGURED OUT how to send it to my own email.  This took awhile but I did NOT ask Michael for help.  It's the small things you have to appreciate...