Not much is going on. Not much has changed. Not much to say.

Keith has to teach for a few more days. The 8th is the last day of summer school and boy, he can't wait. Maybe next year he won't have to teach summer school.
T is good. Growing & talking more each day.
E is good. She has a little cough. No fever, mucus or rash. So we are just waiting it out. I think it sounds worse than it is.

As for me: Work is good. I am starting to get into the swing of things.
Counting down until the big day. 3 days until I climb another rung of the ladder of age.
In the start of my twenties I did not think about it. In the mid of my twenties, the thought slowly crept in. Now as I turn the corner in to my thirties, I wonder.
As a kid b-days where fun. In the teenage years they got exciting. From 17 to 20 there was a hurry up and wait feeling. Could not wait until the next big one, 21. Then 25 was a point to get to, it just sounds a little more grown-up to be 25. Then, 26, 27 ,28 and 28 seemed to be a good place to stop. But oh, no, 29 crept up and in. Now, 30 is BANGING on the door. And I wonder, will I feel any older? Will my body start to feel it? What about my brain? Considering I still have a mush brain from having a 2 year old & 5 month old, I think that my brain is somewhat oblivious to the things of this world and to me at times. Will I be any different when I wake up on Saturday morning?

Before I continue my rant on turning 30....I can't believe what just happened!!!
E is sleeping, T is watching pooh.
Well, that is what I thought. I heard some rustling and a loud "I did it!" So being the attentive mother, that I am, I went to see just what my precious little angel is so proud of. T is standing on the ottoman with the door to the DVD, VCR & other junk needed to make the TV work and he has taken it upon himself to change his entertainment. Apparently pooh was over and he changed the DVD and put another one in. Okay in our terms, not a big deal. We do it all the time. But my little Bubba T is 2 and as a mother, I feel kind of foolish. My 2 year-old has seen us change the DVD so often that he can do it himself. The fact that he could do it without falling is most impressive, since the cabinet is above his head. I just never thought he knew the buttons to push on the DVD player. Even I don't know the buttons, I have to use the remote!!

Okay back to my age thoughts:
Will I be any different when I wake up on Saturday morning? Will I be more mature? Will I feel anything? I don't really know. But I think my parents might. Saturday Morning they will wake up and be the proud parents of a 30 year old daughter. I think that might be worse then actually turning 30. Now that I think of it. I think I just made myself feel a whole lot better. Huh. I did. Now when T&E start to get into their 20's & 30's I might need to do more than talk it out, I might need to be medicated!
Well, princess E has arose from her royal nap & by now I am sure the the little prince has figured out how to program the VCR clock.

So much for: Not much to say! :)