and that one time that 2.5 years went by...

So, almost 30 months later.


I am still a cluttering semi-hoarder.

Working semi-full-time, with a house full of messy boys and a messy cat.

So, poor old Michael Finnegan begin again, shall we.   


I do my best work in spurts separated by years, apparently.

I did manage to potty train my second son last year.  And got rid of the training potty just yesterday.

Also, the crib and changing table are gone.

They left my house two weeks ago.

The toddler bed, glider, and small lingerie chest are going next.  Hopefully within the next month, because I am turning the nursery into a play room because if I step on one more hot wheels in the middle of the night, I may go insane.