Something akin to the conversation you'd have with a friend you hadn't spoken with in a year, because life got eighteen different shades of crazy.

I'm gonna go ahead an skip right over the missing posts from the last 3 weeks.  As a matter of fact, let's just hit the 'delete' button on the weeks themselves, and we'll save a lot of time that would otherwise have been wasted on bitching, and moaning, and general 'woe-is-me-ness."  *Don't fret, I'll post info from a few of the more notable happenings of the last few weeks in the near future...But for now, something, ANYTHING to get the blog rolling again...

Aaaany waaaay... some updates:

I'm currently in the market for a 12 step program.  Turns out I have an addiction, rather- I prefer the term sickness, but need intervention none the less. Hate 'em or Love 'em; I've got a thing for the Crocs.  

It started out innocently enough with a pair for myself, but like all controversial items of apparel, they began to multiply.  

Next, a pair was forced upon Pat, and before our very eyes his and mine made babies- lots and lots of babies. Now we have winter pairs, and extra pairs, and baby pairs, and HOLY CRAP! Foam foot-ware has taken over my house! 

But tell me pink baby Crocs are not the cutest thing on the entire planet.  Go ahead, just try.  See, you can't.

And also- Sofie hit the 18 month mark a week ago Thursday.  We snuck out of the house and shared a brownie in celebration.  It was good.  She is awesome.

Too-  Carter is still growing at a ridiculous rate.  He's all, "Suck-it, 6 month jammies! I will only entertain the idea of clothing in sizes greater than double my age!"  I can't wait to watch the eyes bug-out of the pediatrician's head when she plot's his stats on the percentile-o-meter.  Hmm, 4 months old, 65 lbs, 48 inches tall, and a head like a playground ball= 187th percentile.  

(btw- those stats may be slightly exaggerated... he probably only weighs 50 lbs... this week :)

In other news, life around here has been pretty crazy.  The whole two babies thing is shaping up to be almost as tricky as the legends foretold.  I've got plenty of examples to cite, but since I've been averaging 3 and a half minutes of downtime per day, those stories will just have to wait.  

But, remind me to tell you the one about Sofie and her visit to the magical land of pediatric emergency departments.  I think it involves unicorns and an enchanted fairy. No. Wait...it's poo samples and an abdominal ultrasound, but whatever... I alway get those things mixed up.