It's not that there hasn't been plenty of material (there has, oh, there has) ... but as anyone with half a brain would suspect, it's the lack of leisurely free time that has kept me off the blog. I'm BUSY. The kids, the job (I started my ((work from home)) job again this week), the housework, the oppressive 107 degree heat index keeping us cooped up and stir crazy, the mid-week pediatrician run for A's summer bug bitten legs turned staph infection, and some other exciting things that are going on that I'll get to in another post, another time. You know, when I have time. Which I don't.
So, yeah. Back to the obvious. These kids are keeping me busy. A's cutting two year molars (1 down, 3 to go) and someone really should have warned me that cutting two year molars means your normally good natured child will be demonic 90% of the day and dump the unsuspecting baby right out of her Bumbo for no good reason other than that she was THERE in his WAY when he was TRYING to watch MISTER NOODLE on SESAME STREET, OKAY? (Same goes for spitting Motrin in my face, insisting on wearing three pairs of shorts at one time and stomping and screaming until I help him accomplish this task, breaking remote controls with wild abandon.) Then the other 10% of the time, he's my sweet Bug, patting my back and nuzzling my cheek out of the blue as we sit playing with the shape sorter. We're not even going to talk about next month. You know, when he :::cringe::: turns TWO. Seriously. How?
And what's little V been up to when not face planting into the carpet after being dumped from her Bumbo, you want to know? Oh, just shedding her 'new baby' skin and turning into something that looks suspiciously like someone who will be a walking, (sorta) talking, 2-year-molar cutting toddler in the blink of an eye. See?
Vivian BIG! She's sitting up tall, scooting across the carpet, stealing toys from her brother, jabbering all the livelong day, and taking a whole lot of interest in our furry friends. Her sleep can best be categorized under "things that are terribly unreliable". Even so, she's smiley and good natured and totally enamored by her big brother and every move he makes. (Except the Bumbo dumping move. Maybe not so enamored with that, although she did just look up at him like "wheeeeee!")
As promised (because I know the collective internet world has been waiting breathlessly), more pictures from our Ayla-meeting trip to Maryland. Which I had no idea was so pretty and had, like, an OCEAN. Not a REAL ocean, according to Michelle, but like a bay or something? Whatever. It has water that looks oceanic, okay? When we moved in for landing, I thought I'd boarded the wrong flight when I saw all the huge waterfront homes and piers and boats. I may have exclaimed "holy smokes, there's an OCEAN down there!" and drawn a few "what a dipshit" looks my way. Anyway, Maryland's pretty. And so's Ayla Faye. And her suspiciously already-skinny mommy. And their big daddy G? He's very very ..... happy. Thanks, B family, for having us!
V and A meet. Neither looks terribly impressed. Just wait girls, the fun has only begun.
The first of many matching outfits. (They'll be even cuter when they fit better.)
You'd think Miss Bumblebee would be better accustomed to sharing the spotlight by now. But, no. She wants baby Ayla out of her shot, and she wants her out NOW.
Have you ever seen a dog quite so happy to be a big brother as Oakley? I haven't.
So, that's it for now. Happy weekend!