I keep telling myself that I'll start posting again regularly. I miss updating the little milestones of our kids, and just having an ounce of time to myself to do so. However, we're still caught up in the "new house whirlwind" that requires a new project every night once the kids conk out. Hell, sometimes that just means getting the kitchen back in order after dinner. Maybe in a month, right? But anyhoo, the kids are doing great, Ava is pulling up and cruising everywhere.
And I do mean pulling up EVERYWHERE.
And sometimes that's good, and sometimes that just doesn't work out in her favor.
Case in point.
But she has become a babbling little ball of energy. She is saying simple words like, cat, dog, duck, etc. The daycare ladies swear she said, "thank you" the other day, but I'm kind of on the fence as to whether or not I really believe them. She has also reached the lovely "velcro phase," as I like to call it. You know, when a kid must be glued to your side every waking moment to be content?
Pan drums, the best way to get your kitchen clean with a velcro kid.
But all in all she is starting to show her little personality, and I think we're going to have another spit-fire on our hands before long.
Wonder where she gets it from?
Taylor is doing great, she is regressing a little on the whole potty thing, but I'm chalking up all the accidents to pure stubbornness and being overly tired. She is now sleeping mostly on the top bunk, and we've only had a few rollout moments. On these rare occasions, little Miss Tough Girl refuses to move to the bottom, but climbs back on top ("It's MY CLIMB Mama!") and goes back to sleep.
The girls are no longer tandem-bathing. The pandemonium caused by it was just too much to bear. They get each other so riled up, and inevitably a splash-fest ensues that I cannot even begin to control. Plus the excess energy and giggling spills over into lotion/pj time, and it takes a ridiculous amount of time to finally get them settled after. So, bathing is once again a singular event.
That doesn't mean that we don't sometimes get intruders though!
Because they can't ever play gently, Taylor is pouting after getting a snout full of Ava's fingers.
Sister is all better once the intruder is gone.
Oh, and I made a suicide run this past Friday to Ft. Worth to Bogart my Mom's dining table. And what kind of mom would I be if I didn't bring back a surprise?
This was intended for Taylor, however, she wants nothing to do with it. So, it became Roosey's surprise by default.
Seriously, I will try and take pictures and post more often. Just don't judge me if they're a little slow in coming :)
