Mike was out of town this week for work. While he's gone I have great expectations and goals: I'll get to sleep by 8, I'll clean the bathrooms, I'll take naps, I'll sew every day, and so forth. Reality is far different: I fall asleep around 2 or 3 am, I eat out every night, I watch a lot of Netflix, and frantically clean the house when Mike texts me to tell me his plane has landed in Houston. At least he's coming home to clean toilets, floors, and dishes, right? This week, however, I actually accomplished a few things! I made Lily and James "shaky eggs", I jig-sawed the legs off a table so it'll fit Lily's needs, I visited 6 different stores to find Lily inexpensive sandals, I INVENTED my FIRST pattern and (mostly) sewed it together, I spent every single afternoon at the park with the littles, and I watched 13 episodes of Grey's Anatomy, Season 6 :)
James is now 8 1/2 months, not rolling, not crawling, and not caring. I must make some pretty contented babies, because neither of them care all that much about getting around. I know James *can* roll (at least in his crib when no one is around), he just chooses not to, I guess. Oh well, easier for me that way!
Lily is 2 & 1/4 (every little bit counts, right?!) and is my favorite little person! She loves to "read" books, share, sing and dance and hide-n-seek, and she will go shopping with me any time! She's also a very good wing-man: she stops me from impulse buying toys/books/clothes. I frequently ask her "Don't you want this *fill in the blank*?" and she usually says "No thank you". Can't argue with that!