dropping the ball

Remember this one time I had a blog? Oh yeah, me either. But, look at that, I do. And these baby girls are growing so quickly and moving too fast for me to capture all these memories in my heart. So I need to do it here. So I will remember. 

I seriously feel like 'twin brain' (plus moving?!?) has taken it's toll on this already scatterbrained mind and made it something I can't even explain. I put my {non-toxic, child-safe}counter cleaner in the refrigerator the other day and then looked everywhere for it because I just had it. Last night, I got a bowl and lid out of the cupboard, filled it with leftovers, put on the lid, and put it back in the cabinet. I missed my friend's baby shower for her second baby because I mixed the date up with our other friend's baby's first birthday party. {Don't worry, Aime, I'll be there. Or do worry. No, don't worry. I'll have Warner remind me. Does this count as my RSVP?!?} To make it worse, a friend texted me to ask of I was going to the shower on the day of the shower and, as P-dubs and I were moving our hundredth box, I responded,  'yes!' all enthusiastically not even realizing it was that day. {Love you, Jenna. And your sweet Savannah-bean. Please forgive me.} I didn't even realize I missed it until I found the invitations for both events days later as I unpacked a box. Talk about feeling bad. And then I was a week off on my dates for a whole week and missed a consignment sale I was planning to go to {which was really sad because I had to miss the multiples consignment sale because we were all in Florida for my brother's graduation from film school}. Oy. 

BUT both of my babies are alive and well and adorably silly. And we survived our first move as a family. {So.much.stuff in one little townhouse!} Yup. We moved. Sometimes I still can't believe it. {I was convinced we were going to live there until the girls could drive. Which they will never be allowed to do.}  There is still an unbelievable amount of stuff to do. And it's slow going with two very busy baby girls. But for now I'm just feeling so blessed and thankful. The sisters are thrilled with the new space and they don't care if pictures are hung yet. I just love them.

The other night, as  I sat down for the first time in about 18 hours, my mom looked over and said, 'Hey, you haven't done your blog thingy in awhile.' Which was true because when would I have had the time to do my blog thingy.  But in the flurry of packing and unpacking and cleaning and putting away and trips to Lowe's and traveling for graduations and meeting new cousins and more unpacking and mountains of boxes and packing paper, these girls turned 10 months which might as well be 22 years. In the time it took to pack up a life, they've decided to grow up and climb stairs and sleep through the night and and laugh at each other and play peek-a-boo and give up pacifiers and dance to music. I'm loving every second. I'm just afraid that, after the dust settles, I won't remember these seconds. And I so desperately want to remember. The way they smell so sweet and give sloppy kisses and 'chase' each other in a hilariously slow way and screech with glee for any and all food and then silently and very seriously eat it like big girls. I guess a lot of people just write these things in baby books but, to be honest, I don't know where they are right now and I'm much too busy watching two tiny girls discover a million new things to go searching in a stack of boxes.

And, yes, Charleigh Grace is licking that picture frame. Quirky child.