Yesterday when we were out walking I realized that Gwenyth is really no longer a baby. She's so independent and funny. She hates to ride in the stroller anymore and desperately wants to run after her sister. She wants to wear dresses too and be allowed to eat her banana by herself.
The girls are getting easier all at once. I've noticed Abi coming into this sort of self awareness. She has more patience than expected. Her speech is more mature and I often hear her start a sentence with, "I suppose..." Gwenyth is sleeping like a bear cub in winter. She loves milk, she loves food, she can finally chase the squirrels and every so often to asks to sit on the toilet.
The new house feels insane. There are so many things we love that I can't even begin listing but overall the small outdated kitchen more than makes up for itself in long willowy dogwood branches, basement storage, funky window architecture and the ever peaceful presence of palm trees.
To be fair, it has been raining so much. It's been soggy and grey and every. single. year. I think that we'll probably die or go crazy before spring arrives but somehow we pull through. Something doesn't seem right about it though....I feel so bad for the little girls who just want to run in the grass. Also, our basement flooded. It was harmless in the end, but rather inconvenient. Oh, and Blake found out he's lactose intolerant which means no cheese. Is there life after cheese? I doubt it.
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