Man I'm bad at this. I never have anything witty to say. I'm usually the person with sarcastic remarks about other people and what they're doing. It's hard to talk about my own life.
Molly is potty training. She loves her underpants but she hasn't once made it to the potty. I hope she doesn;t take as long as Harry and Liam did.
I'm totally stuck for things to say. There are things going on but we are keeping them to ourselves for now, and since I don't know who even reads this I guess I will just not say anything. Too late.
