World's most terrible blogger, here.
Life is busy.
And honestly, I'm just not into it so much lately.
But since technically this is our family scrapbook, I'm forcing myself.
So my children have memories later.
Sometimes I think they won't care.
But then I see Kayla pour over every single page of the scrapbook I made for her.
While I strategically hide her from Ashlyn so she doesn't figure out she doesn't have one.
And I press on.
For the children.
A little update on Ashlyn's speech.
It's taking off like crazy.
A few weeks ago she told me she was going to call the authorities because I was brushing her hair.
Holding her Elmo phone: "Hello, police car? Mom is hurting my head."
A few months earlier, she didn't know what a police car was.
Things are clicking.
And it's exciting.
Hope got sippies.
The perks of previously working for a corporate promotions company?
Being able to order eight zillion samples and wash and drop-test them like crazy.
It might be the world's best sippy.
That's been dropped off my roof.
Dave and I flew down to SoCal for a few days last week.
To visit friends.
I miss them.
And kind of wish we lived in a commune.
Not a weird, Waco one.
A normal one.
With a Pedro's on campus.
And Pam's cheesecake for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
I'm Pintertesting it next Thursday.
Not because I question whether or not it's good.
Only because I want to eat it.
Oh and I think Lucy has a little crush on Dave.
It's a 3-D peanut butter pretzel-head portrait of the two of them.
Not me and him. Her and him.
Thanks for everything, Carson's.
Now it's your turn to come up here.
Relaxing before bed.
Stranger Danger for Ash.
Such a comforting read.
Mall date with the Cybulski's.
CPK and Pac Sun.
Party like it's 1992.
Hope Sunday School.
Super attentive students.
I love what my kid's are learning.
And who they're learning it from.
I've become one of those people that spend money on pets.
Those people I made fun of.
Kobi had a tumor on his gum.
It looked gross and painful and the vet made me feel guilty by saying he was probably embarrassed.
Goodbye 8 bazillion dollars.
And four bottom teeth.
We didn't need you anyway.
Ashlyn's school had an alumni panel on Thursday night.
Deaf and hard of hearing women shared their challenges and joys.
And gave parents practical tips for raising deaf kids.
That's a Stanford grad on the far right.
The woman holding the microphone graduated from law school and just passed the BAR.
Awesome and encouraging.
Ashlyn is going to do big things.
I know it.
Like getting her first mani.
She loved it.
A little too much.
Dinnertime swim at the club last night.
Chicken strips and fries.
Ice cream sandwiches.
Deep end diving.
Summer is so close!