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36 Hours

Captain Morgan and his brother
In the past 36 hours lots of exciting things have been happening at my little insane asylum. I have been potty training the Dudes for a few weeks now. They were doing great at the pee thing. I could not convince them to poop in the potty. I bribed them with everything I could think of. I even promised them I would buy them rocket ships like the Little Einsteins. Ugh...nothing was working. Until yesterday. Owen all of a sudden decided he would go poop in the potty. He hasn't pooped in his underwear once since then. HALLELUJAH!!!!! WHOO HOO!!! He thinks he's a pretty big deal. Me too. I guess I owe him a rocket ship. I'm hoping that peer pressure will get to Carter and he'll catch up pretty soon. Cross your fingers!
Also in the past 36 hours both Dudes have decided they like to take showers. What the What?! Up until last night you would think we were pouring acid over their bodies the way they reacted to showers. Last night their sister got in the shower and both decided they wanted to get in with her. Then all day today they talked about how they were going to take a shower again. Tonight they were so excited to get in the shower. OH MY GOODNESS!!!! Do you know how easy and fast it is to give two little boys a shower.
Keeping with the strange and amazing, tonight for dinner Olivia requested...brace yourselves....meatloaf, CARROTS, and brussels sprouts. Now the meatloaf and brussels sprouts didn't shock me so much. It's weird for a 6 year old, but those are some of her most favorite foods. The carrots are what killed me. The child declared 3 years ago she HATED carrots and refused to touch one since then. A week ago she ate one and liked it. Tonight she is requesting them for dinner.
I don't know what is happening around this place, but I like it. I have been a little absent from the blogging world the past few weeks. My mother had a triple bypass last week and things went very badly after that. In the past 36 hours she has made amazing progress and doing very well. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted. Also, this week we had our annual elections for my Tulsa Mother's of Multiples group. I was elected President. Yikes! I have no idea what I'm doing.
The way the last 36 hours has gone I may win the lottery or something. Can you imagine?! Now, I need to go buy a rocket ship for a big boy....

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