Rainy day otherwise known as day 3

Well here we are again.  The quality of my posts (if there is any quality to speak of) is going to be drastically diluted if I keep this daily thing up much longer.  It is currently pouring outside, and I'd like nothing better than to crawl under a blanket with my book, but Jake has to be at church in a little while to practice/learn a song for a music ministry event, so the ten minutes I have before we leave just might be the right amount of time to knock out today's post.  I had a thought yesterday.  It's a well known fact that #1 I spend too much time reading blogs written by toddler moms, and #2 there are challenges for blogging moms of teenagers that just aren't there for moms of toddlers.  This lead me to the conclusion that I'm kind of blogging in the rear view mirror these days.  Yes I keep this blog fairly updated on the latest news in our family (Did I tell you Jonathan got accepted to UCF? ;) ), but I try to leave out most of the funny, annoying quirks that my teenagers (and preteen) have that are fair game when those same quirks belong to toddlers.  So since my kids' dirty laundry will be remaining right on the floor where they leave it instead of publicly aired here, maybe I should take this opportunity to share things of the past.  I mean the pre-blog, pre-2007 past.  The clock is ticking on my time limit here, so today will not necessarily be the day to start sharing things from the past, it's just the day that I say, hey maybe this is what I'll do next, or someday, or never.  Incidentally the year 2007 gives me a stomach ache even when I see it in print.  That was the year that Mike almost died.  If you don't know the story go to the beginning of this blog and you can find it pretty quickly.  All of the other near death health traumas we've had in this family are associated with one specific date (like May 17, 1998 when Jonathan had a grand mal seizure) or just in general terms like (Jonathan had a stroke when he was 3 days old) or Madi had ITP when she was 5 (actually it was right before she turned 5), but the whole Mike/pancreatitis thing was so bad it has a whole year associated with it. 

Well my 10 minutes is more than up.  Time to go out in the rain...