I’m so behind on my blog. What happened to the good ol’ days when I could blog for hours? {{reminiscing}}
I have a lot going on right now:
Dylan’s birthday party is Friday, I’m hosting a baby shower for my neighbor and friend next Wednesday, and then Dylan is getting baptised the following Saturday. Jason just announced he has work stuff next week and my mother-in-law called and wanted to know if they could come stay with us if the hurricanes take a turn for the worst. {{hurricanes – panic!}}
To top it all off – Drake wants to potty train. What?!? Are you kidding me? I tried to get Davis to potty train for a year and Drake doesn’t it without my consent. {{Drat!}} I keep telling him that “pull ups are big boy pants” but he’s not buying it. He’s constantly taking off his pull up to go potty. This is followed by a mandatory congratulatory high five and hugs. We get him dressed again to repeat a couple minutes later. Geeze!
You’ve probably already read Chanda‘s account of what happened when we helped a man having a stroke. It happened a while ago but I’m still freaked out about it. I drive pass the Sonic/Auto Zone several times a day and I can’t help but feel my mortality.
I don’t like it.
