When they're in high school

That's when I'll get to blog again.  Sofia and Andrea sleep in shifts all night long.  It's like they have a pact to make sure I never sleep again.

I have a lot to share and I'm sure they'll be in high school before I get to share it.  

We bought a house in Raleigh.  

It's new.  It's big. 

I've never lived in a brand new house.  I wish I could share all my thoughts and questions; someone please tell my kids to sleep so I can blog.

My baby started her second year of preschool last week.

I made a sign.

She's growing way too fast.

Baby Sister's growing like a weed too.

She can sit up by herself, she's eating solid food,

and I'm pretty sure crawling is just around the corner.

I have so much more to share, but it'll have to be later.  I swear, if I set an alarm to wake up early, the kids wake up fifteen minutes before the alarm, no matter how early.  If I try to put them in bed at a decent hour, they fight until midnight only to wake up a couple hours later.  As it is, I feel guilty because I had just started this post when Andrea woke up and I'm nursing her by the light of my keyboard and I really should shut it down so she can sleep because I'm sure the sound of me typing isn't helping things.

Oh well.  

I'm hoping it's not another month before I can get back here.  If you care about that sort of thing, I'm on Instagram a lot as it's quite conducive to the ten-second posts.  I'm daydreamer411, if you're so inclined.

I sure miss blogging though.  It's a perfect creative outlet and I miss you, my friends.  

I hope you're well and I hope to be back soon.