Bad News

We got some yucky news on Monday. Aaron came home and said he was laid off again. He's a union plumber and this has happened to us approximately 458 times I swear. The first 7 months of the triplets' lives he worked on and off, mostly off. We struggled a lot during that time but we made it through. You'd think we'd be more prepared and have a "just in case stash" since this happens quite a bit, but we don't. He makes really good money when he works, but the key is he isn't able to work 40 hours a week. Don't get me wrong, he's not lazy, he is AT work way more than 40 hours a week but he works as a service plumber which means he can only get paid for the hours he can charge a customer (we average a 30 hour paycheck -- which means he's donating 10+ hours a week to plumbing -- yeah!). So when he loading his van, driving back to the shop, getting parts, he can't charge the customer and it adds up. We seldom have a 40 hour check so we live paycheck to paycheck and now there's no paychecks. Something will probably come in a week or two (we hope) but in the meantime please think positive thoughts that something will come up for us soon!

Enough about bad news. What do you think Ethan is doing here? He's in trouble? He's sad? He's comtemplating the meaning of life?

No he's waiting on a train! He can do this for hours . . . just sit and watch it go and yes he must get down on the train's level to watch it or it's not the same.