school. poop. the usual.

Dudes.

It's been crazy around here. And I realized that I have precious little to blog about if I'm not talking about Jane or work. Even James hasn't been in any trouble lately (CUE: trouble, probably within the next 24 hours).

So Jane updates it is.

Jane just transferred from her 1-2 year old room to the 2-3 year old room at daycare - something that caused no shortage of upheaval in the house, from both her and me. She is so ready, and has already spent a considerable amount of time in her new classroom anyway, but STILL. She had to leave behind her (and MY) favorite teacher. And here's one for you - when I went to pick her up on her last day in that classroom on Friday, I walked in to see and hear her fave teacher kissing her and telling her she loved her. And her back was turned to me, so it wasn't even all staged because she saw me coming. My heart could not handle this. AT ALL. Her first day in her new class went fine and I'm hoping I'll love the new teachers as much. WE'LL SEE.

She also has been doing a nightly trick where she pulls off her diaper in the middle of the night, which culminated in a crusty poop EXTRAVAGANZA early Sunday morning that had me hightailing it to Babies R Us to get a nice zippable, buttonable sleeper. If that doesn't work, out comes the duct tape. Because seriously.

So yeah. That's what's going on over here. School drama, poop drama. And tomorrow is September. Fall. WTF? How did this happen?