Things have changed a lot since then. I now have a son, who we lovingly refer to as Little Man. I quit my job. Little Man forced me to thanks to his refusal to take a bottle and severe separation anxiety. Oh, and did I mention he's allergic to eggs? That's the latest in his saga, but I'll talk more about it later on.
So I guess the reason I'm back is because I have to write down what happens in my daily life. Otherwise I'll never remember it. If I can't remember it, what will I torture the kids about when they get older?