Since you've been living it up, playing in Florida the last week (and not really doing so hot), a lot has been going on here. First of all, I've been maintaining the home. Probably not as clean as if you were here but... I did mop the floor this afternoon so go me. I've been studying a lot and it hasn't really been paying off. I've also begun to understand why you insist on sleeping on the side of the bed closest to the door.
Um, let's see... Reagan has officially jumped into the terrible two's stage, cannon-ball style. He has mastered the "throw himself on the floor-and go limp" technique and exercises it mostly in public places where he has the biggest audience. He has also gained confidence in his "pooping after being put into bed as to postpone bedtime" routine. Don't most children just ask for a drink of water or another bedtime story? I am half impressed by his ability to poop on command, something you would be proud of I'm sure.
Oh, I've become allergic to the metal in my wedding ring. So that's fun. I especially like how my skin is pealing off and becoming raw-like.
On a positive note, and perhaps the best news of the year; Reagan has started saying "love you" and occasionally will do it without prompting! It. is. awesome.
Reagan just woke up, he was disoriented and I felt bad and so he's now tucked snugly into our bed. Looks like I'm going to have some company tonight. I secretly don't really mind though. Except he kicks me in the face a lot.
Just a couple more days, see you soon!