A few things

We've had a lot of exciting things happen in the past few weeks -

• Ben got his 2nd two-year molar
• Logan became increasingly clingy (or as I like to put it, suffocating)
• Ben has started saying "I'm fine" when asked if he's okay after a fall
• Ben has insisted on wearing a "zipper" to bed - meaning one of the footed PJ's that has a zipper running from the left calf up to the neck
• Ben has insisted that baby wear a "zipper" too
• Ben has finally outgrown his 18 month "zipper" and has graduated to the 24 month one
• Logan has started clapping like a pro - especially when someone says "Yay!"
• Oh, and we're officially moving to Massachusetts in 3 weeks.

Yep, it's official - we're going to be Massholes again starting October 1st. We've rented out our house in NY and are renting a house in MA. Both leases are for 18 months so the houses will come onto the market in spring, which will (hopefully) be ideal for selling.

I'm a little nervous about the move. The past few weeks have been pretty miserable. Steve does nothing but pack when he's home on the weekends, and I sit around feeling useless as I play with the kids and watch Handy Manny. But I think this past Saturday, when I went for a massage with Jayne (btw - it was the best massage of my life) Steve finally realized that it's pretty much impossible to get anything substantial done when Logan is around. No offense to Logan - it's just that he's so demanding. At least Ben is able to keep himself somewhat amused with toys when Steve or I need to do something. I think Logan will be better once he's mobile. In the meantime, he just screams whenever no one's directly paying attention to him or entertaining him. It's so draining.

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I've come to the conclusion that I'm a terrible blogger. I really do think about posting all the time. As a matter of fact I compose all sorts of posts in my head during the day. My best work comes either while I'm lying in bed waiting for sleep and running through the day's events in my head, and in the 10 or so blessed minutes of freedom and alone-time I get while washing the dishes. Seriously. I think of witty, clever posts about very deep and meaningful things related to parenting and my experiences, but when I sit down later and look at the blank screen it all just goes away. Can it be called writer's block when you're not really a writer?