A couple of weeks ago we had one of those truly wonderful weeks. We had dear friends who had occasion to be in town and stopped by for a short, but wonderful visit.
We had dinner, the children turned our family room into a gymnastics exhibition site, and we had lovely conversations.
That week I also had two emails from friends that I treasure who haven't been in as close touch as we once were. We got to travel to see my family for an early birthday celebration for my Daddy. And even when it seemed the van was broken, it turned out to be perfectly fine.
Then we've had the last couple of weeks. We had 12 straight days of one or another of the children running a fever. The downstairs toilet started leaking, just as I decide to push Nate on potty training (despite his, "All done potty!" stance). Then the other night as I closed the garage door and heard an odd noise. When I looked, the bracket that held the garage door to the part that opened it was no longer attached!
Well, now we are rid of the fever and down to the lingering cough.
The toilet is fixed, and the garage door is operational thanks to Justin.
And Nate is number 1 potty trained, aside from dinner time, for whatever reason (thanks to Cars underpants, dried cranberries, and M&Ms).
I hope that means we're on our way to another good week. And maybe I'll even find time to write about it.
1 comment:
Yea!!!! Good job, Nate!! I'm so proud of you!!
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