As usual, my eyes were bigger than my stomach on Thanksgiving Day. Roger and I were invited to my sister, Gayla's, house for dinner where a veritable feast was placed before us. The turkey was done to perfection, the yams were candied and sweet, the gravy was out of this world, and it was all surrounded, topped and mingled with stuffing, cranberries, salads of every kind, home-made rolls and pies of every description. I ate slowly, savoring every bite and hoping to avoid my usual heartburn. I did well. My stomach was a little bit tight and uncomfortable but I was okay.
And then along came little Sydney. It started with bouncing her on my knees. It progressed to the game where I held her and pretended to drop her, but only her upper half - I held on firmly to her legs. Before I knew what happened we were on the hard-wood floor where she had me pinned. Everytime I tried to get up she would run for me and force me down again. Laying down flat is the worst thing you can do for potential heart-burn, right after eating a big dinner. Thankfully, Sydney was eventually distracted and I was able to get up from the floor. By this time the heartburn was taking a firm hold, I was exhausted, and I was even feeling a little dizzy. It was all so fun, but I knew I needed to get home to my Zantac, heating pad and recliner.
Sydney looks so cute and innocent, but watch out...she'll work you over.
