Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Wylet's New Bike!

The neighbor gal growed up a little and got a nice big girl bike in reward. Happily we collect her cast-offs from time to time, so when her daddy came over with a purty pink and purple tricycle for Wylet, we were excited! We've had her on a trike borrowed from her cousin that's just theeeeeeeees much too big for her, so the subtle difference in axle-placement and seat depth in the new one was just enough to make a world of difference.

Wylet is a biking maniac now. Almost as much as her big brother!


Saturday, April 9, 2011

On blogging. Etc.

I find blogging to be super fun and totally cathartic because it harmlessly enables my complete inability to shut the hell up. Talk talk talk! It's like...I HAVE TO if I want you to come back and read about my rotten children and their current antics. Or, more likely, something about ME...which seems like the only thing I'm capable of putting on this thing these days.

So, some words on my CHILDREN -- Wilson is a little boy. No, I'm not kidding, I'm entirely serious, he's officially not a toddler or baby or waddler or anything like that. He's just...boy. I don't really like it, actually, because I am entirely against this whole 'growing up' thing. But he's pretty fun, and pretty cool, and if I *had* to have a baby grow into a little boy, I guess he's doing as good a job of it as anyone.

And Violet? Pweez. She's a girl. No, I'm still serious, a real little girl. As in, a girl who DOESN'T WEAR PULL-UPs but wears freakin' big girl underwear. I am *really* not happy about that, given that she's my baby and I don't currently have any other babies to take her place as she moves on (friends, guard your babies...) Boo. My kids are growing up and I'm sick to death about it.

Happily, Josh has been very proactive about putting together our family videos in DVDs! Today I watched one of Violet as a tiny infant, and Wilson as a 19 month old little guy who could barely talk. What a special time that was in our lives, and so fleeting. How thrilled we are to have these precious things saved on video. Friends? Tape your kids. Tape yourselves, your lives, your loved ones. Time moves too quickly, especially when we're busy trying to raise the wretched things, for us to capture the meaningful moments as they're happening. We only really appreciate them later when we see them again because, in the moment, we aren't aware that the best time of our lives is now.

Okay, that is all. When my computer (busted) gets fixed (in a week) I'll upload some new pics so you can see what my babies have grown into. Kids!