Now that I'm finally starting to believe that my children won't be babies forever, I'm enjoying those days where we stay in our pajamas until noon. Days where we do nothing but make messes and then clean them up. . . unless they are potty training messes. I still don't enjoy that. Caleb on the whole has been a champ. The first day it was all so charming and adorable because he is just the cutest most beautiful baby boy but it got old fast. He's getting there. Katie answered the phone one morning and when they asked to speak to me she said, "She can't talk right now. She's cleaning up poop." I overheard her saying that and laughed at the glamorous life I lead.