New walls

We just moved for the 2nd time since my busy bee post. We have an apartment again. What I like most about it is that I put all the dishes away, and now, two weeks later, they're still in the same cupboard I put them in. We don't have any pets, and I'm not willing to get any for quite a few years unless it's a fish. I feel like I'm in charge of the house now (well, the things IN the house). For the past two years we've been living with my father in law after we lost Jeremy's Mom to cancer a week and a half after Tristan was born. I'm so glad we could be there to emotionally (and a little financially) support "Pops" through the hard times and he was there for us when we were in a financial rut. But last Christmas, Pops got a wiener dog named Deeter, and things got pretty rough between us. The Dog is his emotional companion now. We felt better about moving out now that he won't be alone. Since we've moved in here on July first, Tristan hasn't even worn a single diaper! Even on outings he stays dry, With the exception of 2 or 3 accidents that were really my fault because I didn't ask him in time but usually he's naked and goes to the potty all by himself in the big Potty with a stool. He doesn't even pee the bed! No sippy cups or Training Potty anymore either. He's learning rules, such as: Don't drink or eat anywhere but the kitchen, No running in the apartment, and Stay off the balconies.