Because Parking is Bad Enough on a Monday

Ahhh, Springtime in DC...

The Tidal Basin,

The Cherry Blossoms,

The Blustery Sub-Zero Wind Chill.

   

Thank goodness for wooly picnic blankets (that are better used as wooly-blanket-type-blankets!) and mounted police officers (who serve, protect, and completely distract small children from the discomforts of frost bite!).

On Being Busy, Having An Autumnal Blast, and Totally NOT Blogging About It

A dear friend* let me know this weekend, in not so many words, that I am not so good at keeping up with this here blog.  Well, I guess it was exactly that many words.  So, fiiiiiiiiine... that may be true, but as I said to her and I will repeat here- Um..Hello!?!?  TWO!!!! As in, 2 years old- and also- SERIOUSLY- Twooooooooo... and then you multiply that by a mobile BOY, carry the 8, add potty training, divide by the square root of squirming diaper changes and you get...Gaaaaahhhh! I need a drink.

So here it is- as I promised the lame photo montage brilliantly crafted update to recap the last...eh, I dunno, 3 months or so.  You're welcome.

I like to call the above: "Family portrait by an old-ass-rusty tractor" OR "How we Demers like to pick us some apples"

This one is entitled: "A beautiful family celebration of the day my little angel turned from sugar sweet to time-sucking, needy yet somehow simultaneously totally independent, OMG.It's.MIIIINNNNEEEEEEE... ahem, Two."

Simply: "Punkinz- at the patch, natch."

Title: "Babies need mittens on freezing days in the mountains"
-I guess this is more a note to self than a title, but it turns out that this is an important little detail to remember when packing for a fall weekend getaway. To the mountains. When it's freezing. Who knew.

Titled in song: "Old McCourtney Has a Farm, E-I-E-I-O.  And on this Farm She has the most ridiculously adorable tiny widdle animals like piggies and moo-cows and then we went to 'Boo at the Zoo' the end."

And Finally Ladies and Gentleman, I give you..."The Eight Times Multiplier"

* This one's for you, Kel. Thanks for kicking my booty- MUAH!  

I'm really REALLY asking for it-

So here's the deal... the babies are not giving me the usual bloggity-ammo.  As a matter of fact, I am posting simply to let you know that I have nothing to post. Really.  There's just a wonderful amount of nothing going  on around here these last few days.   Miss Sofs is being as awesome as ever, and the boy is working hard to take the title of "best baby on the entire planet!" away from his big sister.  I don't want to jinx anything by telling you just how well-behaved everyone has been, so-for now-let's just say... eeking-fray amazing-ay abies-bay!*

And also- ohpleasegodtellmemychildrenwillneverevereverstopbeingthisawesome!!**

you may now bask in the glow of the super-babies:

...well, hello perfect angles!***

*I am operating under the assumption that the evil gods of 'there take THAT!' do not speak pig-latin

**I am also hoping to confuse the aforementioned whores of fate by speaking quickly and in italics

***Yes, I know that tomorrow when I'm screaming and crying and pulling my hair out-we'll all be able to look back on this post and laugh about how I just effing set myself up.  I can't wait.  no, really... I can.