It started raining on Sunday. It's supposed to continue to storm until Friday. I've become a real baby about lousy weather since I moved to California. I don't want to go out if I have to wear a coat. Julia and Adria are standing at the deck door right now. Julia will say, "Are you ready, Adria? Let's try it again!" Then they run outside until they can't stand the cold anymore and then run screaming back into the kitchen. They've been doing it for 15 minutes. I would take a picture, but since they aren't really dressed I don't think it's appropriate. Why are they not dressed? Well, Adria has put her foot down and told Ben and I that she will be potty trained whether or not we like it. If you think I'm exaggerating, you can try to talk her out of it. She's been taking off her diaper when my back is turned for weeks now. I keep putting it off because I'm still a bit traumatized from cleaning up from Julia's potty training. Since we're under house arrest from mother nature this week, I finally gave in. She's done remarkably well. Only two accidents (not counting the ones in the middle of the night that were my fault for not dragging myself out of bed fast enough...eight times). I wish you could see how cute these girls are right now, wearing only fairy panties running out into the rain holding hands. I love my babies.
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