Wind in my Sails

There is a three cabin train toy in the hallway with thirty extra pieces all around it.
It's been there for four days.
I keep stepping over it.

But not before I take a picture.

There's a fire truck in the laundry room.
That's normal, but this one has dog food stuffed in it.
And all around it.
Jake tried to feed the dogs, and the truck was just a better option than their bowls.
Obviously.

There's PlayDoh Stuck to our sunroom floor.
Chamblee wanted to build Olaf.

(You know, this guy.)
I can't get it out of the grout.
I mean, I'm sure I could if I really had to.
But I don't.
So I pretend I don't see it.

I opened my calendar to check the schedule for the day.
It's the seventh.
No, can't be. 
Yesterday was the seventh.
No. It's today. 
So, everything I did yesterday was on the wrong day.
Awesomeness.

Happy (real) Birthday Lauren!

We sure miss you.

But hey guess what?

Josephine is about to crawl.
She's sitting up, y'all.
She's also eating real food (hates fruit, loves veggies) 
She's also the smiliest baby in the world.
And she has a lot to say about it.

Jake is talking in sentences.
He's using real words.
His hair is so curly.
And have you seen his dance moves? Oh my.

Bat Boy in Training

Chamblee is learning to write her letters.
She's so good at it. I'm so proud.
She is also the best big sister in the world.
But maybe not a softball player.

All by herself. 

I wish you could hear her say dominoes. 

She says, "Diamondoes"

my girl. 

She's also got her own style, and I dig it.

They are growing up and I'm just here to help. 

I know that everyone is different, and I know that this just might not apply to you. 

But I have said it before, and I am going to say it again. 

Because I know no different, and it's been one of the best things I have ever done, 

for me and for my kids. 

Get your kid a sibling, and quick. 

I'm working on my book. That's one of the reasons why I have been slim shady over here. I don't want to give all my good stories away. You know, the ones about me peeing myself in my kitchen and chasing solicitors barefoot down my street. Naked baby in hand. That's what you want to hear about, right? Good. Because I have a lot where that came from. And it's all true. When I tell my friends some of these stories, they say "The craziest stuff happens to you." Yes, yes it does. Crazy begets crazy, right? My feelings aren't hurt. I'm banana buckets full. of crazy. Word. 

Even with all of the crazy of 3 (almost) 3 and under, I'm getting some wind in my sails. I feel a little pep in my step because I can feel myself growing in certain areas. I'm not really having growing pains, but more like growing tickles. That sounded very strange. Growing... growing...tingles? No. Still bad. I'm just growing, ok? And it's not painful. It's wind. Wind in my sails.

I hope to be back soon. But I can't promise.
For now, I have brown marker to clean off the windows, thirty train pieces to clean up, and two dogs to feed. From bowls. I'm still not touching the PlayDoh. 

Until Next Time,
The Guff