Hi. My name is Katie and I'm a photo-a-holic.
(You: Hi Katie!)
(They really need to fix their website. How can they not handle 900 photos?)
What can I do about this? Really. I need help. When your photos from a couple months start crashing shit online, it is a sure sign. Please someone help me.
So, the kids. They are just being little darlings these days. Andrew is finally going to bed at a normal hour (somewhere between 7 and 8 p.m.). This means I finally have a couple hours in the evenings to myself, which is just plain awesome. I'd forgotten how it felt to be a complete person. A person who can paint her toenails without having to stop after two nails. (I'm not kidding, I went around with two nails painted for about two weeks before I got around to finishing the job.) The bad part is that he is now awake a LOT during the day. And he expects someone to entertain him. I guess he isn't cool with just being stuck in a bouncy seat in the corner anymore (damn.) He is laughing and reaching for things and being totally cute. I'm actually quite sad that my favorite baby stage has already passed. This was my favorite age. Right at 3 months. When they are smiling and oh-so cuddly. When they stay where you put them and don't grab your hair. And now he no longer wants to sleep on top of me. He might as well be a grown-up at this point! *Sob!*
Becca and I are getting along quite nicely right now. She is starting to get a little OCD--maybe that is why we are getting along so well? I didn't realize you could inflict your problems on your children at such a young age. She is really into carrying around her "nice neat pile of books." She gets kind of freaky about her pink toy bins and insists that the pony one go on this shelf and the accessories one on this shelf. She has spent hours the last couple days "making Daddy's birthday cake," by dumping chocolate chips, marshmallows, Craisins, peanuts and Goldfish into a big mixing bowl and stirring it around. Seriously. Hours. When we go in to let her out of her room in the morning, John says it looks like the room of an escaped mental patient. She is allowed to get out of her bed, but not to open her door. So, she takes EVERY book off the shelves and she takes things off the wall. We hear shit banging into the walls from our room. She takes the clothes out of her dresser and they are all piled on the floor, or arranged in strange configurations. I asked her why all her pajamas were in a heap at the foot of her bed. She said, " The stepsisters wanted me to do their laundry." She wants to wear her red "Fancy Nancy" shoes everywhere (also pictured: the World's Most Hideous Kitchen Floor that will one day be GONE!) Getting regular shoes on her is a feat (feet! Ha!) She loves taking her vitamins and wants one when she wakes up in the morning, and cannot understand why she can't have one after her nap as well. I was going to post some recent photos of her, but I don't HAVE ANY. How is that possible? With 900 photos, none of them are of her and decent? That is sad. I better go take some more. (This is where someone steps in to HELP ME, people.)
I'm glad January is almost over. Wait. No it isn't. Damn. Is it really only the 12th? I hate January. I want to punch January in the face. I just sit around shivering waiting for ice storms or illnesses to show up. Today in Target I overheard a lady on her cell phone saying "It is bacterial and it is airborne. When I get home tonight we have to wash all the sheets and towels and clothes that we've touched." AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I would have run from there immediately, but I was waiting on my tall Espresso Truffle from Starbucks and couldn't very well flee without it. I have a few sicknesses, I suppose.