After several attempts at getting shots of his teeth, I finally succeeded. Sneaky baby. Also, I am totally charmed by how much he enjoys swinging. The happy little look on his face and his burbling chuckles. So sweet.

Jas is his complete opposite in that she doesn’t like to swing any faster than the wind is going. That makes her difficult to push because even the gentlest swinging will irritate her and she’ll slide off with a slew of condemnations about going too fast before wandering off to a slide.

So I mostly just sit her on the swing and then walk away. Other parents are confused when they see this but it’s what works for us right now. I remember this one mom actually asked Jas if she wanted pushed and Jas nodded her head. The mom pushed her like a normal kid would enjoy and Jas hopped off furious, turning to glare at her. I tried not to laugh but I didn’t succeed. The mom turned me like, “oh…”

I have a feeling she will not be riding roller coasters with me when she gets older. Maybe Cody will. I hope so. Andy hates rollercoasters and anything that goes faster than a merry-go-round. Which reminds me:

The look on her face when the ride started was priceless. Shock, horror, awe, moving horses. I wish I’d had the camera ready for that moment. This was after she’d been around a few times and was mellowing out.

She was not amused.

We were though.

It’s funny how you don’t realize how off kilter you’ve been until both of your feet hit the ground again. The past few months I’ve been drifting in the current, bumping and bobbing along. But now I’ve reached a sandbar and I feel so much better.

I’ve spent the past few hours filing paperwork in my home office, which has been a disaster zone since late February.

Things are coming back together and it fills me with a sense of peace that I didn’t realize I’d lost, because I was so swept up in trying to survive. Funny how that works.

My soul feels warm now.
My heart happy.

Peace and love to all of you, my friends. For constantly helping in little ways, whether you know it or not.

I tricked my sister into moving out here and watching my spawn.

Praise be to my powers of persuasion. I’m not sure if it’s something in our genetic code, but you could lure most any of my family members by mentioning owning a musical instrument. Like moths to flame. Although this violin famously only has three strings, she’s still thrilled with it.

Yay! It’s so nice having a person capable of rational thinking in the house. To balance out us crazies. =D