Broken Promises

Well, I've broken a promise once again. I've been a terrible blogger. Its a shame, really, because I love to blog. And not to toot my own horn, but my life is too funny not to share. At least it makes me laugh.

So since March 16...what has happened?

Helen remembers things. Its odd. She talks about the most random things that happened months ago. Today she asked me where Hannah's scooter was. We haven't seen Hannah's scooter in months. Or she tells me about feeding the ducks. That was two months ago too! It makes me nervous. What else is she remembering? Hopefully not how I used some bad language today.

Patrick is amazing. He is talking more and more. His favorite word right now is "baby." And he carries one around with him. I love it. And he likes to pretend he is a bull. You know, like a cow. He puts his hands on his head and charges you. And screeches.

We are potty training. Oh the misadventures. I am a briber. Candy and treasures for performing on the potty. Well, and I believe in bribery in all areas of a parenting. Reward good behaviour. But Helen is taking to the potty like she has everything else. She's a pro.

Every day they play a little more together. Less hitting and crying. More laughter and shrieks. Music to my ears.

My next post will have to debrief Meg's wedding...one of the more incredible nights of my life and undoubtedly the best night of Helen's. Its pretty remarkable when your sister marries your husband's best friend. But its worth some pictures and some stories. Stay tuned.