Well, it's official.
I've totally dropped my blog ball. I have fallen behind in not only daily posts but my "the least I can do is write one entry per month per girl" posts. Why? Well, I suppose it has to do with relative busyness, priorities, and not taking the time I do have free to do this...what changed?
Well, about three months ago, give or take, I decided to do some work on myself. I got tired of hating what I looked like in the mirror. I got tired of my jeans looking big. So I started training. With Ajay's trainer. Three days a week. The catalyst (in addition to seeing my large butt print on the couch) is that the girls' naps finally synchronized. Every day, they nap from 1 to 3. So that's my time. I figure if I'm going to make time for myself, I can start with baby steps and go away while the girls are sleeping. Yes, some one watches them...I'm not an idiot! So now, I'm conditioned. I'm toned. I'm back to my former size. I feel better than I ever have (except for the aches that remind me I'm pushing 40). But with that comes the price of not spending time on other things...my blog, keeping my iPhoto organized, not staying on top of what's in fashion, not keeping up with friends like I should. But regardless, sometimes you gotta put yourself first.
So here's the catch-up. Amelie is 17 months old. Alia is 33 months in a few days. They are hilarious.
In the beginning, like the first few weeks, we worried that Amelie wasn't smiling or laughing as early as Alia. Now, we no longer worry about her progress. She talks like Alia did at 2. She runs like a mad woman. She jokes. She "jumps". She is the sweetest thing in the whole world. She's my little Mimi.
Alia? Well, she is frighteningly precocious. She is also the quintessential first child. She gets flustered by Amelie's lack of regard for the rules. She can be concerned and guarded in new situations. She also lights up the room with her smile and pretends to catch teeny tiny pretend froggies and horsies. And offers them to you. She is concerned when Mommy or Daddy has boo-boos and kisses them gently. She also thumps her sister any time she gets a chance. And pushes her. And takes her toys. On that note, when Amelie is upset, Alia will gently pat her and tell her "it's okay, Amenie, don't cry. do you want your bear?" and then hands her the same bear that she just swiped that started the tears in the first place.
Amelie and Alia have also begun what we call "cozy time" after their baths. This is a time in which we all sit on the couch with blankets, stuffed animals, and other cuddly things and watch Dora the Explorer at the end of the day. I figure sooner or later I need to sit down and sooner or later, they are going to find out about television.
So that's us in a nutshell. We are counting down the days until our annual trip to Turkey. We are enjoying and surviving the trials and joys of parenting (have I mentioned terrible 2? oh, it's terrible some days...)
