Okay, if I've said it once, I've said it a million times.....I really wish somebody would tell me when my babies stopped being babies. How did I miss it? I'm only with them every waking moment so it's a bit frightening that such a monumental transition occurred without me really noticing. I mean, of course, I noticed things.....but still.

First, they figured out how to get up and down the stairs by themselves. Next it was opening and shutting doors, and now, they are practically dressing themselves, singing the ABC song, and counting to 10 (leaving out a number here and there). They are almost at the point where they no longer fit perfectly into my arms. They've grown, for pete's sake. Clearly I knew this was to be expected, but man, I didn't notice how tall they had become until they insisted on wearing their Easter dresses the other day. The dresses were just the slightest fraction too short, and I felt a fleeting but piercing pain. My helpless lil' babes are not so helpless anymore *sniff, sniff*.

The highlights of our week included the girls' first trip to Story Time at our town library.....they were thrilled to see so many books in one place, as evidenced by Kate trying to pull every single book in reaching distance off the shelf. They didn't sit so well during the actual reading of the stories, and I was quite dismayed to hear Kate shout at me (while I was at the water fountain):

"Mommy, I have this for you, I need new diaper."

Um, yeah, okay. Nice to see that lil' Miss Thing had pulled off her diaper and was swinging it in the air as she strutted over to me. Lucky for me there were no scathing glances/remarks as everyone turned to witness the spectacle. Yikes.

Clearly, potty training isn't going well. Actually, we haven't even started potty training, although I don't know why. The girls sit on the potty every single day, but have yet to produce any, um, results. They are quick to tell me when they need to be changed, but their kidneys and bowels are apparently incapable of action once their tushes hit the toilet.

We have two chatty kathies on our hands, and we are really enjoying the daily oratories of both girls. Kate is constantly giving me a running dialogue on what we are doing, what she wants to be doing, etc. She takes it one step further by answering any and all questions posed to other people, especially Julia. It's a little too cute when I make whatever meal for them, and Kate, upon receiving her food, rewards me with a "good job, Mommy." If she's feeling particularly sweet, I even get a "thank you."

Julia makes everything into a song. If we're going to the park, she starts singing about the park. And the slides. And the swings. She loves to sing. Most of her songs are sung to the melody (harmony?) of "Twinkle, Twinkle", but she's just started branching out this week and it's soooo sweet (esp. since she has such a delicate girly-voice).

We have a lot of exciting events coming up--friends from CO visiting this week (which includes Scott taking an entire day off work, the girls going to the sitters, and the adults carousing around NYC--woo hoo), a trip to the shore with Scott's parents, Mimi (my mom) is coming out for a week, and Aubrey, Ottis, and Cam are coming in October.

The only downer there is that I don't have any scheduled sister time coming up. And in case you're confused, the sisters I am referring to are myself and Sara (not K & J). I need to try and figure something out so I can see her, as there is no way in h.e.l.l. that I can wait until the holidays to see Sarie and her family. Not cool. Ugh, the only thing really holding me back from a trip "home" is the fact that K & J's nursery school doesn't prorate. And we all know I need at least 2 weeks every time I go home.

Getting too tired to focus, must try and rest these weary bones. Thank you Nitin, my calves and shoulders are killing me from last night's class.

Heart hug.

P.S. Hoping to update and add pics before I turn 40.

P.S.S. The Mighty Panini is not so freaking mighty. They ran out of meat when Scott when to pick up our lunch. Seriously, that's like a pizza place running out of cheese. I give the place 2 months.