I realized that my standards for what qualifies as a good weekend have drastically lowered when Matt asked me Sunday night if I had a good weekend and I replied, "Yes, no one vomited." I seem to recall a time in my life when vomiting on a weekend did not necessarily indicate a bad weekend. At any rate, it appears that the stomach bug has finally left our family so we can start enjoying the warmer weather. Speaking of enjoying the warmer weather, yesterday was a big day for Matilda - her Daddy took her training wheels off. Of course she did not master riding her bike in one night, but I am pretty sure she will be riding up and down the street sooner rather than later.
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