We talked in Sunday School today about journals and though, I know this doesn't really count, I feel inspired to write a little something. Now, what to write... not much is happening around here. Spring break has come and gone, we painted a bathroom, the upstairs hallway and the entry hallway of our house. I spent the next week unburying us from our painting activities and celebrating Parker's birthday. He is three! And, he is potty trained. It is so glorious! He basically did it all on his own as well. Within three days (with truly minor accidents) he had it all figured out. This past week was Brooklyn's turn for attention. She went on a nursing strike. OK, expectant moms... she nursed Monday morning and then stopped. She refused vehmently each time I offered after that. I think she was sick or teething, though I don't really know. I grabbed the handy pump and took care of matters. The problem is that Brooklyn does not take a bottle or a cup of any kind. I was able to finally force at least four ounces a day from a bottle, but along came Friday and the strike has ended. Don't ask me why, completely unexplainable, but she is nursing again like nothing happened.
On a lighter note, my kids have now discovered the "High School Musical" mania. Their cousins have the movies and loaned them to us. We have now seen both at least two or three times. Parker walks around singing "What about us? what about everything we've been through?" Maya has picked up some "fabulous" new dance moves. Fortunately, the kissing is still very disgusting to them both.
There you have it. Perhaps if something exciting were to happen, I might share more often since we did purchase a nice new, fast laptop. It's heaven compared to our old computer. Thanks, Dad!