So this is love...

I have a great post coming about my trip to Maine. I haven't finished it yet, but I'll finish when I get back from Flaming Gorge. But really quickly I wanted to tell you all that I came home from my trip to Maine to a potty-trained son. My husband not only tended both kids by himself for 4 days, but he potty-trained Isaac. What a guy! It kind of makes me feel like an incompetent parent. I keep telling myself that I did the hard part, and he finished it up, but really I think he did it all. Which I guess is fine with me. I guess it means I'll have to take a weekend trip everytime it's time to potty-train a child. Yay! Now I can handle having 3 boys because I don't have to potty-train them! So Isaac has had an accident free day. And if anyone wants to know what worked for Isaac, the pull-ups worked better than the underpants and the big potty worked better than the little one. Who knew! But if any of you were wondering how awesome my husband is, now you know. When I was crying last week he told me I would come home to a potty-trained Isaac. I didn't believe him, but it sure made me feel better. And then he actually did it! Now that is true love! Isn't it?