When Eric was changing Guthrie's diaper, he tried to put one of his toy choo-choos in it. When Eric asked what he was doing, Guthrie said he wanted to "potty train." Funny kid. Doesn't get it from me.
Turner has started giving us real, big, bright smiles. He doesn't scream at me for hours a day either, although he doesn't appear to like sleep much better than his big brother.
We're still packing. Close to being done. Getting stressed, as it's coming down to the wire - my class reunion is this weekend, we pack the truck on Saturday and Sunday, and Eric's outta here with the U-Haul Monday. We're gonna miss this place. Well, the house and barn at least. Not the redneck idiots on DD.