I don't care; it's potty training time: my sole preoccupation. This is probably not the time (and probably won't be for a while) to skype or phone unless you want me bragging about Christian's success loud enough for him to hear, or in hushed tones grousing at how many loads of laundry we're doing. Either way we're done buying diapers for the boy.
Yesterday I realized that Christian has started telling his first jokes. He'll point to a toy and say "Thomas?" when he knows it is Rosie and then smile from ear to ear and say "noooooo" and then laughs hysterically.
Simeon just turned six months and I'm wondering where the time went. He's chunked up significantly, such that he's grown an extra chin. He loves to gaze at Stephen and what with Stephen's shaved head they're beginning to look quite a bit like each other.
I've chosen an abandoned garden plot and am eager to get it cleared to see what I can grow. Stephen, though not a fan of gardening, supports me by coming home and watching the boys wander and daydream outside in the open area while I garden, it's pretty nice setup for the end of the day. It'll be perfect if I can actually get anything other than weeds to grow.