Furloughs and sentences

Well, I guess my positive thinking didn't pay off. We get a 10% pay cut for the next 1.5 years thanks to having a rich, actor for a governer who doesn't have any guts to raise taxes on his rich friends, so instead he asks the state workers to take a double hit. Somehow we'll manage...we have no other choice anyway.... I really wish we could tell the preschool we need to reduce their bill by 10%, and the HOA dues too, all of which have gone up substantially just in time for a nice pay cut. And of course this is the slowest time of year for UPS too, so Robb's checks are nothing like they were over the holidays.

On a positive note, Alani may finally be well from this sickness she's had for almost a week. Nothing like paying for a week of preschool but having to stay home with the kids and burn a bunch of sick leave. Well I did have fun with them, although I'd rather spend the time at shome when they're actually healthy and happy instead of sick and screamy....

Alani's words are turning into mini sentences. It's so cute. She's almost 22 months. She told Kawai yesterday "Vai, mommy car" when she saw me in the car. She has words for most of the foods we eat, items of clothes, type of shoe she wants to wear (cok for croc, or boots). She's way into pockets. Don't you dare give her a jacket without pockets to put her hands in, or she'll throw a fit.

For the past couple of months we've been watching her in amazement as she's been potty training herself. Literally. We haven't done much at all, except run her upstairs to the bathroom when she insists on "go potty". She even removes her diaper, gets on the potty herself, does her thing and wants to pour it into the toilet and wash it too. No sticker charts needed for this girl....