Because real life just makes for such shitty Instagram posts

You know?
I propped my piping hot coffee up on the window sill to get a shot of hot coffee, frosty grass outside and was going to caption that with something about fall and temperatures dropping and whatever... but the guy blowing leaves outside the window kept ruining the shot and our window sills are kinda dirty, so never mind.

Besides, I already feel like there's been enough false advertising. Yesterday I posted pics from our scenic walk home. And we did have a very nice 30 minutes along the river. But only after being 86d from the library, dealing with meltdowns in the coatroom and arguing about whether or not to use gloves all afternoon. Oh, and baby puke. Of course.

But who wants to see that?

Maybe I should take a picture of our overflowing sink, the nasty kitchen floor, or the pile of trash bags on the back patio we haven't taken to the garbage room yet...

No props or backdrops needed. Can't ruin that shot.

Seriously....

You know what's fun about moving every six months or so?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
The people we are currently subletting from told us yesterday that they'd be willing to sublet for another six months and we could start the paper work.
Today they said they decided to terminate their lease instead. So we're out.
Fun.

Lou has an eye infection
Ellie produces buggers the size of rat turds (it's an estimation but they're big)
Dylan, who is no germophobe and usually not amazing at washing his hands and such, treats both kids and what yellowy guck come out of their faces like it's a new extra dangerous strand of Ebola.

It's amazing

How quickly the days to by and how busy I feel even though I rarely have to do much more than keep two kids alive, fed, somewhat clean and take the older one to preschool three days a week for 5 hours each day.
Ellie has started to smile. Not just the inward smile with eyes closed, but she actually looks at you, and if you poke her in the dimple, she smiles. It's kind of fun. Other than that.... babies don't provide too much in terms of interaction. But you still love 'em a whole lot.
Lou is still adjusting and gets really pouty and frustrated when we tell her NO! and You can't poke/pull/grab/lift you sister that way! but I think it's getting a little better.
I'm glad I don't have to go back to work in 5 weeks. But I'm also really glad I have a job to go back to. The stay at home mom thingy isn't a career meant for me.