A poopy day . . .

Literally and figuratively.

Yesterday was not good. I won't go into all of the gory details, but I would rather go through a full day of both kids vomiting than what I went through with Jack yesterday. Ugh . . .

I haven't written much of substance lately because, well, substance takes time. It bothers me that these days are going undocumented because the boys are changing so quickly. Jack is starting to recognize words, and one of his favorite things to do is trace letters . . . I actually use that as a reward sometimes.

Ben is babbling like crazy and has pretty much caught up on all of the sounds that I was worried that he wasn't making. Yesterday, he spent the entire day just changing, "Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya . . . " He's becoming a little ham too, and if we laugh at him, will repeat whatever it is he's doing to make us laugh until we stop. He knows how to keep us entertained. When he says "ma ma ma" or "da da da" we always respond as if he's calling us.

Kyle's finishing up the baseball season . . . well, not really. He still has 16ish games left. I'm ready for it to be done. We're both working to get ready for the summer and I'm trying to keep my head above water with design stuff. I'm realizing that I'll have about 80 portrait books going home with kids in Chicago in a couple of weeks, with my website address on the back. Which means, I should probably get my website up and running. This had not occurred to me until recently.

OK . . . back to work.