A couple of agency friends were leaving Antigua today. One of them sold us her jogging stroller (nope, still don’t jog but the cobblestone streets and sidewalks here necessitate that sort of stroller – the regular ones can’t handle the bumps). My back will never be the same after strapping 16 lbs to my chest every day, walking a lot, then often adding groceries on the way home. The stroller certainly can’t go everywhere – the sidewalks are very narrow here and sometimes very crowded. But I’ve been here long enough to have a better idea of where I can take the stroller and where I can’t and my back will be very thankful.

Sabrina checking out her new ride:

Yes, I am still in my jammies at 1pm…our brunch date cancelled due to illness and I just woke up from a nap. Don’t judge me. (Thanks Aunt Deanna for the cute jammies. I hear you used to call mommy jammie girl – you’ll have to tell me about that someday.)

And on a completely random note – what in the world build nests on power lines?  The nests are about the size of a softball.