Ruben is 4, and fully potty trained.
I really thought he might be the one that went to prom in diapers.
But one day, with the help of a pair of boxer shorts, he decided to start using the potty. It's really nothing short of a miracle.

For the past month I have been looking for employment. I found a job at a very busy coffee shop in Portland. I loved it. However, it was not the mental break that I needed. So I served my trial period and decided that $7.00 an hour was not worth it, especially when you are paying your babysitter $11.00 an hour.

Maybe it's the Fall like weather, or maybe I am settling in to my life as a mother, I really just feel like baking and making soup for my family.
Moving to an island sounds good too, I just want to slow down and get out of the rat race.

But for now, I'm making a lovely thyme baked chicken with potatoes and carrots. I'm wearing my favorite Chamois, and being the best mom and wife I can be.

Only two left in diapers, and they are growing too fast. I pray I have learned how to stop and smell the flowers of my life, as they are many.

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