Mackay is a clotheshorse. She loves putting together her own outfits, and as long as she heads out of the house dressed, we're fine with it. Here is today's example.
Note to reader: This is a post from Bill - I believe it's the second one since I started the blog many moons ago! --------------------- I woke up around 3 a.m. this morning, as I do almost every morning these days, and thought about turning fifty today and what the future will bring. If you'd asked me ten years ago about turning fifty, chances are 50/50 (no pun intended) that I would have answered, "I doubt I'll make it to fifty." Why I thought that then is unclear to me, but it turns out it was more accurate than I would have liked. Several years of battling cancer, recovering from that battle, both physically and emotionally, and trying to help my family stay healthy definitely took its toll. So, to my forties, I say, "don't let the door hit you on the ass on the way out; but if it does, good riddance!" Despite the challenges of the last decade, I have learned so much about being human; perhaps more than I wanted. Nothing like having everyone ...
Our goal today was to make some good progress toward our stay in Yellowstone. The first few hours through the Nevada high desert was easy. The scenery is a bit bleak, with fairly uniform grey scrub, and the mountains in the distance. Our first stop to charge the car was in Lovelock, NV - conveniently located at the Chevron station, across from a McDonald's (yay, health food!) and a dollar store where Mackay picked up a t-shirt with her vacation mantra. While I have always loved road trips, Bill can attest to the fact that before we had the Tesla, I was a 'don't stop until we get there' sort of driver. If you're hungry or have to pee, too bad. With kids especially, this new mode of driving is so nice! Via the GPS, the car tells you how long you can go until the next charge, identifies the supercharger locations, and even tells you how long you need to charge before you continue on your trip. In most cases, it's less than an hour to get a close to full charge...
As I was wiping banana off my clothes and my daughter's face this morning (she has discovered the art of blowing raspberries, and is determined to practice it while she is eating,) I was struck by how 'normal' everything seems. And I was reminded of how amazing the journey was to get her here. Mackay was a twin. While I was standing in the kitchen one morning last July, my water broke. I was about 18 1/2 weeks along. I'd like to say that I handled this crisis with some sort of control and dignity, but I was an absolute blubbering wreck. A dear friend drove me to the hospital, picking up my husband, who had just stepped onto a BART train, on the way. The perinatal doctor on call determined that my water had only broken for one twin (our son), but that the other baby's amniotic sac was still intact. They gave us 0% chance of survival for the boy, and less than 5% for the girl. In fact, one doctor told us that our best chance of a successful delivery was to terminate a...