Anyway. I digress.
I'm on drugs now, and I'm feeling like life is good again. The sun is shining and the birds are chirping and my babies are happy and fun. And busy. A sampling of the busyness:
A's learning about fashion. I was pulling some things together for our upcoming California vacation (YAY! CALIFORNIA VACATION! BEACHES AND MARGARITAS AND GRANDPARENTS WHO WILL ENTERTAIN MY CHILDREN!) and the Mister took a liking to my beaded headband. I had to explain that black beaded headbands and navy striped t-shirts do not a chic outfit make, no matter how bright your smizing skills (that one's for you, Binky). (Smiling with your eyes, for those that aren't Binky. Or Tyra fans.)
Miss V continues her quest to outgrow infancy at record speed, and has started to sit in a Bumbo chair. Like it's no big thang. She's bored with herself, it's that easy to sit up like a big girl.
And she rolls, too.
She's also practicing her "but daddy, I realllllly want a lollipop/new dolly/pony/cute sports car" pouty face. J's many things, but pout-resistant is not one of those things. Vivi's going to put us in the poorhouse.
Anderson has made a few new friends- the dogs who live on the other side of the fence. Their names are BebaBulldog and ... um ... YappyLittleShit. I'm not exactly sure what YappyLittleShit's real name is, but trust me, YappyLittleShit fits better than whatever real name that dog has. You'll understand if you watch the video.
And finally, A & V in a less busy moment, just laying there being all siblingish. (For 2.2 seconds, because that's how long toddlers lay still for before they run off to throw something electronic into the toilet/eat dryer lint/ram their toy truck into the wall eight hundred times.)