A break from the silence

Hi! Things have been quieter on the blog front recently, and I don't really have much of an excuse. I feel like it's totally normal to go through waves of being really good at blogging, and then feeling like you need to just take a step back. Since it's my party, and I can cry if I want to....or something like that...I keep reminding myself that no one is forcing me to write every single thing down. Well, no one other than the little voice in my head that keeps telling me that I'm not recording some boringly-awesome stuff. Because that's what this place is. A place where I can write about my un-glamourous life and the mundane-ly wonderful little things. (I'm just making up words a lot tonight, but what else is new?)

So, I guess if I have an excuse it would be these two little monkeys. We still stay busy, and the tan lines on J's feet would show you that we try to go outside as often as we can before it gets so hot that all you want to do is lay on the floor and not.move.a.muscle. The strep throat monster went through our family (C narrowly missed it) which was not fun, but explained why S was a total terror for two days straight. For a second I thought, "Oh, crap. THESE are the terrible twos!" 

Anyway. I have a bunch of drafts on the assembly line, lots of pictures to share, and then there's that darn Euro trip that I'll never finish blogging about. My goal is to be done with posts of that trip before our next big trip at the end of the year. (We're tentatively planning on going to El Salvador with my family, which I'm incredibly excited about. I've been dreaming of taking my kids there since before S was born.) 

So, if things are jumpy and whatnot for the next little bit, I apologize. 

Oh, wait. That's how things are over here anyway.

*Sidenote. I took this picture today as we were leaving the park. S quite often tries to hold Pato's hand when we're walking from one place to the next, and I couldn't help but have a sudden rush of joy as we just walked back to the car. I am lucky to have them, and I know it. And as if she could read my thoughts and wanted to absolutely make my heart explode, S turned to Pato and said, "Mommy and Sofi and Pato are best friends. Yup. We're best friends."