Before the storm hit, my husband and I were having another one of those life-direction conversations where he basically explained to me that if I want to stay at home then he will probably either have to go back to school and change careers or at least move to a larger city to find work if he stays in his current career. None of this information ( Read more... )

Ben can count to 12. And his potty-training is sticking for the most part, except that sometimes he doesn't make it in time with poo. Most of the time he stays dry while we're out, but not always. Depends on how long we've been gone. His pullups have little blue carrots on the crotch that dissapper if he wets. So he takes pride in checking for them ( Read more... )