I was all set to finally write a post last night when we were hit with some sort of apocalyptic hail storm which turned into torrential rain. (Seriously, I saw less rain when Hurricane Irene hit.) That in turn caused the gutters to back up, pour in through my bathroom window, and back up around our water heater. Six towels, one cookie sheet, and a shop vac later, we're more or less back to normal.
Last week we went on our first family vacation, to the Poconos. The kids had a great time, and WeeBee was fascinated by the concept of being on vacation. They had a great time at the pool and the historical farm that we visited, where WeeBee decided he wanted to take home a sheep. He was less impressed with the rooster that bit his finger, but that's what you get when you insist on poking your little fingers through the cage. Besides, everyone needs a good "I was attacked by a bird" story. Almost twenty five years later, I still remember the nasty goose that stole my peanut butter and jelly sandwich when we were on vacation in New England.
In the "what mayhem have my children caused" category, Lowly is walking/running. She's still not one to babble for the sake of babbling, like WeeBee was. She has about 10 words she uses to get what she wants, and the rest of the time she's perfectly content to watch whatever chaos is surrounding her, and then give you the raised eyebrow. This kid's sense of timing is unreal.
WeeBee's 3rd birthday was a few weeks back. I guess that makes him a preschooler, not a toddler? Either way, he's shot up another six inches or something, and I'm starting to feel short standing next to him. I was really hoping to postpone the "stand next to Mom and see who's taller" contests until he was a teenager. He still likes to climb up in my lap and give me hugs, though, so it's all good. :)
Good to hear from you, Annie!
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