Did I mention that my husband has horrible luck? He was at jury duty Wednesday and actually got to leave because the people settled. As he was leaving though, he couldn't remember where he had parked the truck. He finally just got off of the elevator and hit the panic button and figured out he was off by one level. Anyway, he got in the truck to leave and the guy next to him had parked really close to him and there were concrete barriers on either side of him. Of course, as he was watching one, he hit the other. It scraped the bed right in front of the tire. It's not horrible and we could live with the dent, but where it scraped the paint off has to be fixed or it will end up rusting. It doesn't help that the next afternoon I bumped one of the cars at the house where I babysit. It pushed the grill in, but it just popped right back into place.

Other than vehicle mishaps we've been doing well. Corban is back to himself and after a few afternoon naps, so am I. He's trying so hard to talk, but nobody other than Johnny or I would know it. He was asking for yogurt yesterday afternoon and this morning, but all he really gets out is the "g" sound, so it just sounds like he's growling. He has started to call me "Mom." He only does it when I ask him to and I'm still working on it being Mama or Mommy, but for now I guess I've got to be happy with Mom. Have a good weekend everybody!