The Olympics
The last time I was really involved in the Olympics was in Salt Lake City, UT February 2002.
Why do I remember this time so vividly? Because I was GREAT with
my child, Ivy Chamberlain.
The boys and I sat on the Torch route to get a view of one of my
favorite obstetricians, Dr. Dale Hull, who had been
paralized in a trampoline accident and came back to be an inspiration & torch bearer.
We missed him and got some lady, no less important I'm sure, but
unrecognizable to us. It was freezing, I was entertaining like mad
(I seem to recall flag waving and Starburst were involved) and the biggest
Olympic memory: My cousin, Becky had her baby boy during
the month of the Olympics and the serious
swag
she brought home from the hospital, the U hospital, was astounding!
I loved the embroidered blankets, the Olympic ring onsies,
bags, etc. Did I mention she was an intern at Primary Children's Hospital?
Well, we were blessed with Ivy in March, which I'm thrilled about now.
And we didn't have to deal with some of the horrible security
issues, OR TRAFFIC, in SLC. Thank Heavens!
Oh, almost forgot; My dad brought Olympic taffy from
Taffy Town to the hospital for me. I think he was feeling my pain.
Small bandaid, but grape taffy rocks when you're stuck in a bed convalescing.
Anyone remember this cute face? Tell me all about your gymnastic dreams
following Mary Lou Retton's golds!