I have singlehandedly bathed, fed and dressed two tinies this morning. And I even managed to have a shower myself and a cuppa tea.
*faint*
Granted, Anne is only wearing a ballerina dress but it’s not jammies so it counts right??
(She’s “doing the Snuffleupaguss” here….that’s her “snuffle” up in the air….don’t ask…)
Anne was out on the balcony with Brian doing their gardening on Saturday night. She had helped me cook supper and then went outside with him to help put the tomatoes up. She was working away and then came in to have a potty. I had decided to make a batch of Oatmeal Raisin cookies and was just getting the ingredients out.
She stood in the doorway and put her hands up in the air, dumbfounded to find me able to bake without her.
“What’s going on in here?” she asked accusingly.
Then she came running over to dump the ingredients in the bowl for me and sneak the chocolate chips and raisins out of the batter when she thought I wasn’t looking. 
Her speech has really shifted. She understands jokes and teasing, speaks in full sentences, responds to everything and …wait for it…has an opinion on most things. I know you’re terribly surprised by that development given how her parents, you know, suffer from a deplorable lack of opinions. 
And here’s the wee lad….I promise he doesn’t sleep all the time. I just never grab the camera when he’s awake! Like his little nursing blister on his upper lip? LOL
Yes, I am reading Vanity Fair….
