Some of you have (very kindly) inquired about my whereabouts, AND apparently some of you check this website EVERYDAY. I didn't know you all were so hard up for reading material :) But really, thanks for the concern, but all is well. I am just tired. And rather uninspired. (hey, that rhymed!)

I do keep meaning to write, but somehow I just can't seem to bring myself to sit down at the computer. At such leisure times, I tend to gravitate towards the couch. But I've been meaning to record all the many Lilli-doings. She has been counting to ten for over a month now, and she's been singing songs too. All of this seemed to happen kind of overnight. She'd been counting to three for awhile, but one night we were in bed and she started counting her fingers, all the way to 7! I was astounded. Then the next day she had her ABC's book and she started singing "now I know my c's" and I couldn't figure out how she'd grown up so quickly! Kids these days! She's been talking a lot, even more than before if that is possible, and making sentences and babbling to everyone who will listen. She knows the name for practically every object in our house, and a lot of them outside of it too. She laughs at her own jokes and tickles herself (literally.) She's turned into quite a funny little girl.

As the stress monkey that I am, however, I am constantly worried about what will happen when the twins come. Obviously, Lilli is the center of our little universe right now, and all of that will change awfully suddenly come February. I don't want her to be traumatized. I want her to be able to stay a baby for as long as she needs to. I don't want to push her. I want her to feel just as loved as if she were an only child. Just not as spoiled, of course. :) At the same time, it would be AWFULLY nice to have her potty trained and sleeping through the night in her own bed by the time February rolls around. Very very very nice. Man, do I really have to go through all of this again? Times two??

Anyway, as for the little twosome, they are doing great by all accounts. We had an ultrasound a month ago, and another in the doctor's office yesterday and they are growing right on schedule and making me pee every fifteen minutes. Yesterday though we could see them moving around and having a great ol' time in there. They even have appendages now and no longer just look like little peanuts. Apparently, however, I have a lot to learn about twin pregnancies. I am going to have to make a trip to Amazon I think. I was a little overwhelmed at the doctor's. I have to eat like crazy and sleep a lot and not over do it and get my Christmas shopping done NOW. Apparently by the time Christmas rolls around, I will be too whale like to make it to the mall. Plus they worry more about preterm labor with multiples, and term for twins is 38 weeks rather than 40 weeks. So although the due date is February 22nd, the actual last day they would let me carry the pregnancy is February 8th. And it's possible things could happen sooner than that, although that's not ideal. This is crazy to me. This means that we have only six months or LESS to prepare for utter chaos. Dear Lord. All I can keep thinking of is the dreaded triple stroller.

Anyway, I will try to write more often so as not to worry anybody. We are still here and doing great. I have some pictures to post actually, but maybe I will wait until another day. Spread it out a little :) But now I have to go lie down on the couch.

Last Friday

Phew. You would NOT BELIEVE the week we've had here. Ups and downs and downs and ups. I feel like I've climbed Mt. Everest and back again. In fact, I've hesitated to write on this blog so much of what is going on, and therefore I have had nothing to write, if that is any excuse for another long absence.

I could detail now all that has happened, but instead why don't I just tell you about last Friday, which pretty much encapsulated what our whole week or two was like.

Friday morning Bob woke me at 6am before he went to work to tell me that our car had been stolen. Right out of our driveway. Apparently however, they didn't like Bob's taste in jackets because they had thrown his coat out of the car. (Kind of like the time someone broke into the same car, stole my cds and cd player, but then threw my cds away. I guess they didn't like Joni Mitchell. Thankfully, some nice person found them.) Anywho, we called the police of course, but they don't do much these days when it comes to stolen cars. We were surprised therefore when the police called back twenty minutes later to report that they had found the car. Unfortunately, they had found it perched on top of a boulder in the park. Totally trashed. At first they told us to come to the park and get it but then they called back and said it wasn't driveable. So we made the trek to the towyard to see our poor little car. It was so sad :( The front was all banged up with the headlights hanging out and the bumper actually underneath the passenger door. The airbags had deployed and the whole car was filthy on the inside. The steering column had been torn up where they had hotwired it. Tragic. Really. I spent a miserable year in Japan as a teacher to pay for that car. Well, the teaching part was miserable.

So anyway, luckily we have good insurance, and pretty much everything was covered, but it was so stressful calling all the insurance people and the bodyshop, and I had just gotten new tabs! We were supposed to go to Lummi that afternoon, so I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off all morning long, while Lilli was grumpy because we'd gotten up early.

And, oh, by the way, I'm pregnant. And morning sick.

And it happened to be that we were having an ultrasound that afternoon, before going to Lummi, because I'd had a miscarriage scare.

So when Bob got home from work we packed up the car (with all our loads of baby stuff) and Lilli and headed to the ultrasound place. We got up to the room, I laid on the table, the technician lifted my shirt and put on the gel and. . .everything is fine. Very healthy so far. But! We are having TWINS. Can you believe it? We couldn't. And still can't really. In. Shock.

We went to pick my mom up to drive with us to Lummi. How did it go she asked? Oh, fine I said. Everything's fine. And we're having twins. Oh how she laughed. And laughed. And then was so NOT laughing. How can you do this to me? she wailed. Then, finally, I laughed. :) Ha ha ha! Ha! Ha.

The end.

My dad took these pictures at Lummi over the 4th of July weekend.

Tasting a pickle for the first time. Not a fan, as it turns out.

Bath time.

Having lunch at Lummi. My dad took another picture of her actually eating broccoli, that I wanted as proof that she eats it. (maybe he will send it to me. hint. hint.)

What are you looking at?

We don't have any stairs in our house so when she finds a set, whoa, watch out!