Turns out the 90 degree weather last week was a fluke. It got down to below freezing again yesterday. Oh, Michigan.
On a related note (in that Michigan is a bizarre place), my husband will not let me cut my hair. It's not like I want to do anything drastic... just take off a couple inches or 10. To make his defense, he cited a bogus Michigan law at me (see #7). So I guess for now I'll settle with my beautiful flowing locks and get an adorable hair cut when my husband finally comes around to the 21st century. (20th? 22nd? I've never understood centuries...)
For those of you curious, toddler accidents are easier to clean off of the wood floor than off of underpants.
Potty training isn't going too well.
Finally: I want a pet pig! Recently the husband and I discovered tea-cup piggies. Way. Too. Fun.
We decided we need a new house before we get a few, though. Our current piglets make it a little difficult to store a litter box for the new pig. Toddlers and pig poop is a combination I don't intend to experience. Dreadful.
I'm totally serious about the pig thing. I will have one some day.