Catch-up-on-blogs-day

Sorry for not posting anything in a long time. This of course is going out to the 2-3 people that still visit here on a semi-regular basis hoping to see an update. So today is that day! I will post 3 months of back blogs immediately after I post this one. Let start off with a status update...

Matthew: Walking, talking, arguing, trying to hurt his sister at every chance he gets, extremely jealous of the attention she gets when she has a millstone moment (ie. walking) and he's eating like a garbage disposal stuck in the ON position. "I'm so hungry" is all we hear all day long. The kid just won't stop eating. Aside from food his most recent passion is Thomas the Train show. I personally don't like it because the show is populated with the scum of society (the diesel trains) and they are such pricks to Thomas that I don't want him learning how to be like that. Mommy says it shows conflict resolution but I feel otherwise. The show does have a great set of toys we can play with. All the characters, all the destinations, all the money. Oh the money. How something made in china from WOOD can cost so much is beyond me. We spend alot of time playing with his Thomas toys. We build up some tracks, send the trains down and we watch them go round and round. My kind of playing, you just sit and watch with the occasional "who's that puffing down the track?".

Maya: Pure Evil! We had it so easy with Matthew. This one doesn't sleep all night (still), doesn't eat properly, must be within eye-shot of mommy at all times, complete parasite of free time, will power and money. But she's so cute; primarily the only reason she still lives with us. She's figured out crawling, and walking and doing both rather well. Her only words so far are "Hi" and "ish!". Ish is what she calls Matthew when he's not in the room. She does love him and loves playing with him. By that I mean loves stealing his shit while he's using it. Her newest thing is unfolding laundry. If she comes across a pile of folder well organized cloths, she feels it necessary to take them off the pile one by one and throw them to the floor. The little bitch will even open the dresser drawers and pull shit out and throw onto the floor. But like I already said, she's sooooo cute. Lastly... she's messy. God-dam is she messy. I have to literally vacuum the main floor every 24-48 hours. Crackers, cookies, cherios, everywhere!! everyday!! You walk across the carpet and all you hear is crunch crunch crunch.