Saturday, March 11, 2006
Parents celebrate weird things.
There is one, and only one, person on the entire planet for whom I will jump up and down, dance, and cheer when they successfully use the toilet as God and plumber intended. Not even for Emily or Willem will I get so excited anymore. But Jacob - he gets a celebration. Especially when it meant an avoidance of poop in the tub.

I took the kids to a birthday party today, they both had a blast, as was evidenced by the constant, non-stop chatter from them both - over each other and without discernible breaks to breathe - the whole two-hour drive home. It was a science party... I learned some cool stuff! I just wish I wasn't still sick, because I spent far too much of the party gazing longingly at the couch and dreaming of naps.