Tired

Amelia is super over this baby thing.  She's ten months old and refuses to believe crawling is something babies do, preferring to scoot on her rear until she gets to something she can pull up on.  She watches Lucy run and eat and play with a distinct air of frustration.  She screeches with joy whenever we go outside and giggles when she gets hemoglobin pricks in her finger.

I was planning on taking my family winter backpacking from rim to rim in the Grand Canyon when the girls were teenagers, but it may have to happen next week.

Pie

Not even sorry.

Alone

Things are wild here, which accounts in part for the inconsistent nature of this comic... I had my Photoshop brushes set to a different setting leftover from another project, and I didn't want to change them to what I normally use for comics, because who has that kind of time???

Lucy is in the throes of NO.  Amelia is much more amiable.  She has this open-mouth, snaggle-toothed grin that wrinkles up her nose when she sees someone she likes (which is everyone), so that's pretty awesome.

Do these words even make sense?  I feel like my brain is in a constant state of buffering.  I think I'll go to bed.

Talking

Sorry for the dead time between posts--- I've had several projects I've been working on for friends and a big one of my own that I've undertaken, so I've really had to squeeze out the spare time from each day.  This is compounded, of course, by the fact that Lucy is talking a blue streak, from the moment she wakes up to the time she finally falls asleep.  It's exhausting, but also amazing--- the funniest parts are when she quotes movies she's watched in the right context.  The other day, I asked her, "How are you?"  And she replied, word for word, "She froze my heart, and the only thing that can save me is an act of true love."  Another time, we were out walking, and we were going down an unfamiliar road, and she said, "Oh, Pongo, Pongo, I'm afraid we're lost."

The fun thing is that she helps to occupy Amelia, who loves to listen to her and watch her.  There will be whole stretches of time where they'll sit facing each other, just giggling nonstop.  Hopefully this bodes well for the future.

Guest Post for In Pursuit!

My friend Tiffany writes a very sweet and very stylish blog called In Pursuit, starring her adorable son Joseph.  This week, she is on vacation and asked me to do a guest post for her about a favorite memory I have of my grandparents.  If you'd like to see the comic, mosey on over to In Pursuit!

Death's Door

Toddlers don't sugar coat things.

I mean, good grief.  This is why cocktails were created.

Sounds Like

The days that you can get them both to sleep at the same time, all you want to do is sit silently on the couch to avoid waking them up.

A brief status update (because both of them are asleep, which means I'm on the clock):  Lucy is more or less potty-trained, she greets us occasionally with "hiya toots, you're one hot-looking tomato," and she can sing the opening lines from "They Call the Wind Maria."  Thanks, Muppet Show.

Amelia is starting to babble and coo, and we get big smiles while she's nursing or having pants-off time.

And now BEDTIME.