In general I try to have some sort of coherence within a blog post. One subject or one story makes a post much more interesting to read, I've found. Unfortunately, to be accurate with my life right now, coherence has to go out the window.
So instead, I loaded a bunch of pictures from this week, and I'm going to tell you about them.
Abi. My gorgeous princess. She is making strides every day. Her English is migrating into sentences, and she goes into turtle-mode less and less often. Her eye healed well, although we still have not noticed any sight in it. Just to see her happy and playful makes me feel better.
Bean. Little turkey...he scared off another babysitter this week. He really is a handful! Yet, he is so adorable, so cute, so serious about everything he does. He so wants to keep up with the big kids. Here, he is playing with the "dings."
Abi couldn't decide if she liked the "dings" or if they were too loud for her taste.
Bean has been learning his colors. Curly quizzes him constantly. "Is this blue?" "YES!" "No, it's not, it's red!" "Oh, RED!" while I am hiding in the kitchen cracking up.
Abi gave the "dings" all to Bean, and decided to go back to her beloved "Sestamee Steet."
He's constantly on the move. I'm thinking gymnastics. As soon as he turns three.
Curly and Mister decided to plant the garden this year. They planted a potato I had in the kitchen that had sprouted, and some pumpkin seeds they got at the grocery store. For their sake, I really, really hope something grows.
For three days, I have been braiding yarn braids into Abi's hair. I went hunting around on the web for how to do them, and found a great little tutorial video, so I went for it. It takes FOREVER but she has been surprisingly patient as I braid and braid and braid. She asks anxiously after every braid, "Abi's hair pretty now?" We all tell her YES! She is so girly, and it always makes me smile.
Curly lost another tooth. This one was sharp around the edges and really was hurting her. She came to me requesting an extraction. I happily obliged, as pulling teeth is one of those weird things that I love to do.
A side note: Curly loves to dress all in black. I think it makes her feel like a poet or an artist or something.
Hubby's working on his sermon for Sunday, and I'm still doing podcasts for work, and watching Downton Abbey. Life seems pretty normal, and after the last few months, normal feels great!