April Chronicles

My month started with a lukewarm shower. I was grumpy about that, so like a dutiful husband does, Aaron went out to check the water heater. It had rusted out and flooded the area.

Quinn turned 3. Do you think I overcompensated for not making Enoch a cake at all?
She also potty trained! I decided I was at a point where I'd rather wash poopy panties and feel like we were on the road to progress, than keep changing diapers. It only took her a week. Candy is a wonderful motivator.
Her quote for the month: "You know what love is? Love is when you poop on the toilet and you get a big chocolate candy bar."

I thought I deserved sympathy when I posted our illness record in March. Unfortunately I didn't realize what more I was in for.
Enoch fought rotavirus for 3 weeks (which he WAS vaccinated for...what went wrong there?). That involved throwing up every night and incessant diarrhea. He was just coming out of that when a mysterious rash showed up over EVERY inch of his body. The Dr. wasn't sure what that was, but he did discover the rest of the clan had strep throat. So they all went on antibiotics for 10 days and thankfully finished that up the day we left for Grandma's. I thought that meant we'd be in the clear for a healthy vacation, but once again I overanticipated a healthy future. Within 2 days his throat had swelled with croup. After a series of visits to the Urgent Care, including one in the middle of the night, they sent us to Primary Children's Hospital. Some vacation! This time luck came through for us and we didn't have to admit him. And to top it all off, he cut two I-teeth that next weekend just as the croup was clearing up. There goes another bottle of Children's Motrin. I'm making no optimistic forcasts for the future; now I just take it as it comes.
Lucky for me, I got a trip to Women's Conference amidst all of this and BELIEVE ME, it was just the 'shot-in-the-arm' I needed!

Good old Aaron hit the 30 year old mark at the end of the month. He took it with style. His only remorse was, "you know you're getting older when you get a new suit instead of recreation gear for your birthday."