The Everyday

There is much to catch up on and I will, promise. For now let's take a look at our typical day.

Exhibit A above:
Two adorable nakey babies playing, semi-nude because I do so much dang laundry as it is between mealtimes, drool and the occasional spit-ups.
The ever present laundry, waiting, always waiting.
The running shoes also waiting. I had good intentions yesterday, we managed to squeak in a quick mile at the track once Phil got home since our once predictable schedule has been MIA lately.
Imagine to your left dishes waiting their turn and various mail/clutter on the center island. I try, I really do.



The front room currently houses a craft table burgeoning with loads of felt and a sundry of sewing supplies waiting to be crafted into two, yes, TWO!, separate quiet books. Because I am crazy. Hopefully they will be done before the kids' second birthday. I kid. Maybe. I have almost 4 pages done for Max's book.



One delightfully delicious boy who grows chubbier by the day. I love it.



One chatty little girl full of spunk and fire. She's our pip, as in pipsqueak in reference to her size, just barely 12 pounds now.





Please note the rubberband wrists, double chin, luscious thighs and roly poly arms with dimpled elbows.



Further evidence of messiness and our new dress code for meals. She puts her thumb in her mouth after almost every bite. Love her.