Call me a bad blogger

Yeah, it's been awhile since my last post. I "was" going to wait until tomorrow with their slightly belated 15 month check-up happening, but I'll just throw that up as a new post. Back to work in a bit - I really should win the lottery. This whole "not working" thing is kind of fun. Besides the story to follow we had a week off full of the girls, some golf, a winery dinner, and shopping. Call it a week of blowing our budget sky-high as, if we decide to start the girls at a place we're interested it, such won't be happening for a long time.

Call me old but I was "that" parent on Sunday. Don't get me wrong, I love the 4th - it's hubby's birthday, I love fireworks, and we have the week off work usually around then. The annoying part is the 1.5 long fireworks session that ended close to 11 p.m, thanks to a house a few up from ours. The girls couldn't get back to sleep until it was over (had been perfectly asleep by 8) and they, Audrey especially, were super-cranky all day Monday. No naps, no appetites, ugh. They were in bed and asleep by 6:30. Only problem Audrey woke up an hour later and couldn't fall asleep again. 9pm she finally settled down. Our lovely trustees were out of town so they weren't much help. (It's legal to set off fireworks, the by-laws just say no disturbing the peace, whatever.)

Why do I bring up our handy trustees? Well, because I'm also not a fan of them. Back when I was pregnant and on couch-arrest, my mom would come out sometimes to entertain me. One day right before lunch, my cell goes off and it's our trustee. She tells me how we really need to move the white car as it's a tricky corner and the snowplow needs to navigate it. Huh? White car? And nevermind it had snowed overnight and the snowplow never gets around our street until like a day later. Well, as I was talking to her, my mom walked in. Really? She was that quick to get on the phone about a car in the street? It's not even a declared snow route. WTF. But oh no, fireworks at 10:30 that rattle our house, perfectly fine. Stupid, stupid subdivision. Maybe since he has a hard time fitting it in, hubby should just cut the grass at 4 am. Much cooler then too.

So we posted the little Audrey walking video on May 5th . Well somehow now we have both girls full on walking laps around the house and with this new mobility they are discovering rooms they never really bothered with before. So very quickly we are learning to keep some doors shut, toilet lids down, cabinets locked, and so forth. It's very true the quieter the girls are, the more destruction they're creating. Box full of greeting cards on my closet floor - easily all over our bedroom in under five minutes. They also are in love with the dryer and vacuum and will mimic them. Too bad we don't have a clear door dryer - that'd probably entertain them for hours.

Pics and baby-stats tomorrow after the doctor's.