EXCEPT Friday night, which was not usual, because I had a night out. I walked out of my house as the sun went down with house keys, lip gloss, and a cell phone. That was IT! I went around the block to the home of Sara, where she and Lisa had put together the sweetest 'welcome baby' party of all time. (Rescheduled from February, but hey, better late than never!) Good drinks, good treats, good friends, good music, and a very good reminder of how a few hours away from the little people does a mommy good. Even if the topics were decidedly mommyish (birthing, schooling, effects of birth month on lifetime success, the like). But still, nobody had to break mid-sentence to change a stinky diaper, so it was a successful party in my book.
And Saturday, this was the sight out my front door mid-afternoon:
Bwahaha. My in laws, here to deliver a chair and ottoman they were kind enough to have recovered for our house. And being the incredibly thoughtful people that they are, knowing my babies and I were napping (babies = napping, me = sleeping off Friday night's cosmos), they refrained from ringing the doorbell and set up camp on our front porch instead. There are other pictures from the quick visit from Mimi and Papaw, but I'm pretty sure my MIL would not appreciate me sharing, because they were ... uh ... humorously chaotic. Think a mysteriously shirtless Anderson and 2/4 subjects captured mid-blink.
Then yesterday, there was this:
Egads. That's my TEENY TINY NEARLY-NEWBORN daughter sitting in a high chair. Covered in slimy drool, but let's move on from that (and say a collective prayer that it's not the beginning of teething, which struck her big brother right about the age she happens to be just now and SO HELP ME GOD this child does NOT need another reason to NOT SLEEP). Um, where was I? So she's SITTING in that thing like she's a big girl and not a recent womb escapee. She's not eating just yet, but she was needing a better vantage point to keep an eye on mama and brother as we moved about the kitchen at mealtimes, and this fit the bill. In other 'world of Vivi' news, she's rolling. As in, she decided to start rolling over yesterday, and before an hour was up, she was rolling all the way across the bedroom. She's a go-getter, my girl. What she's NOT is a good sleeper these days. Every 3 hours last night, she was up and screaming. Her naps also bite, and she does her best to never take one when her brother is taking one, which ensures that I'm on duty every single minute of the day. I try to look on the bright side and appreciate that it gives me some one-on-one time with each child, and I do enjoy that immensely, but I'd also enjoy taking a potty break without an audience and/or paying bills without someone barfing on or ripping apart said bills.
And the Mister, he's just busy being two-in-September. Climbing, jumping, learning new words ("butt! butt! butt!"), testing boundaries. Being, as usual, really stinking cute. See?
Cute, or what?