I Am SuperMom

I am SuperMom. Or, at least, let me pretend that I am.

This picture was taken this afternoon. In my bathroom. Yes, I write on my mirror with Dry-Erase markers. Yes, that is David peeking around my back. Yes, we are about to take a walk. Yes, I would like hazard pay.

Still here, but caught up in, well, living. Work, play, evacuating from hurricanes, cleaning up after evacuating from hurricanes, cleaning up after cleaning up, and trying to reason with two babies who are reluctant to sleep because they would like to practice crawling, talking, walking, exploring, and just being babies.

Trying to crawl. Arms and legs aren't coordinated, yet, so after realizing she is stuck . . .

Carmen takes a break.

David is still squiggling, but gets more excited about possibly walking. He pulled himself up to kneeling today. I wonder what is next?

More will come later, I promise, when things settle down. (Please say they will.)

First library trip yesterday. Found I can relate to the Very Hungry Caterpillar: need to go grocery shopping for the second time in a week tomorrow. The fridge is empty.