So Apparently...

... you're supposed to do something grand on your 100th post.

Hmmm.

I thought about it.

Then, I thought about it again.

I thought that maybe I would post about all the yummy food I've been making lately. And that's not even sarcastic. (I think Laura is laughing hysterically, by the way). But actually I have been cooking the past two weeks. I don't know what exactly is wrong with me, but Justin seems to enjoy it. Anyway, I think the cooking spree is over. Tonight we went and got Wendy's with the last of our food budget for the week, and I made Sarah Lynn's cinnamon rolls. Extra healthy... ha ha ha. I'd post the recipe, but not only would I have to type it in, but you would also wonder if I was going to drop dead of heart disease. I guess tomorrow we'll have to scrounge for leftovers since I don't have any ingredients for a real meal. Tragic.

Okay, so that's not an exciting 100th post.

Then, I thought of not even mentioning the 100th post. Like any of you are keeping track with baited breath. And that just meant I didn't post anything at all, because not much has been happening. And I don't feel that funny or verbose lately. In fact, my writing regime has gone steadily downhill since January. I nap when the girls nap, and quite enjoy it. As a result, I've written two new sentences. Everyone clap!!! I've even edited them. They go like this now:

"When she would remember that part of her life - later - it would be in snippets. Snippets tinged in blue and pink."

The "later" used to have commas instead of dashes.

In case you were wondering.

And then I thought maybe I just wouldn't post again. You know, the whole avoidance thing.

And then, I took these cute pictures of the girls today, and decided they were perfect.

Because, honestly, today they played for an ENTIRE hour upstairs while I sat downstairs. And when I finally went up to see what they were doing... (Was E holding M hostage? She had screamed a few times, but I'd just taken that as proof she was still alive)... I discovered them doing this:

According to E they were going on a boat ride. And true, I did eventually have to step in when E piled blankets on M's legs and then proceeded to sit on her... but really, an entire hour without any parental supervision. Talk about the joy of sisterhood. I mean, I used to play board games by myself. (I know, pretty pathetic. But at least I always won.) I'm looking forward to this Thing One and Thing Two business.


Even if it does result in a few "Cat in the Hat" disasters. And by the way, Libbi, I hope you see the visual proof that I do let E make messes at my house. And, no, this is not a singular event. I'm really not as OCD as you make me out to be.

Anyway, back to the point.

Hmmm.

I don't think I had a point.

But, this is a cute picture of E on Valentine's day:

And I guess that about covers it.

I suppose I should offer some exciting prize for anyone who makes a comment. Or whatever.

I do have extra cinnamon rolls...