Dear Noah, This is it baby boy. The last letter I will ever write to you... as a two year old. Because in exactly one month, you will be turning THREE. How did that happen? Didn't you get the memo that you weren't supposed to grow up so fast? That you needed to slow down, give your mommy a chance to adjust to the fact that you aren't an infant anymore? That you aren't a baby and that you are reaching the point of being able to do things on your own, without my help? You very obviously … [Read more...]

We’ve done it. We have mostly said goodbye to diapers. We have rocked the big boy pants and kicked butt at going “number one.” We’ve even nailed down letting mommy know when going “number two” is a necessity. If you follow my tweets or even my Facebook, then you know that this past week has been busy, busy, busy with potty trips and training. I’ve gotten so much encouragement from all of you, and a few of you have even asked me how I managed to potty train my not even two year old … [Read more...]