Kiddos.

I feel like all the posts lately have been nothing but good old medical jargon and biology lessons. Uck. I'm taking the day off from blogging about Olivia and her latest journey to fill you in on how sweet my two big kids are.
Today happens to be my birthday. The big 3-2. I woke up this morning to breakfast in bed made by Jack. He planned this all last night and could hardly get to sleep he was so excited. He woke up and went straight to the kitchen and made the most delicious Shredded Mini Wheats, oatmeal, a jelly sandwich, toast, chocolate milk, orange juice, and coffee. It was delivered to me on a cookie sheet with a little help from Dad. He was so excited and it was so sweet, but it was 5:15. Huh? So, I look at my dear, dear husband and ask how he could allow this to happen. He claims he tried so hard to stall, but ran out of techniques. I actually do believe that he tried, because the coffee was pretty cold ;)
So then the princess of the house came in with tears rolling down her face (a common occurrence these days) because she didn't make anything. And she only gave me one rock for my birthday and not 4. And she didn't help unwrap my new dishes. And she... You get the idea. So after Olivia's therapy this morning, Brooklyn and I spent at least 2 hours coloring together. We really don't get to spend much time doing fun things like that lately. It's really made my day special and it's amazing to see the difference it made in Brooklyn's day, too. I just wish the day hadn't started so early!