I have one daughter sleeping, and one daughter happily (for the moment) playing in the hallway.  I am sitting in my living room, toys on the floor, laundry piled up on the couch, looking out the window into our back garden.  Rain.  Lots of rain.  It has pretty much rained non-stop this winter.  And it just continues.  We had a sunny day, once.  On Monday.  It was fantastic.  The girls and I played on the sidewalk in front of our house because that is where we got the most sun.  I even FaceTimed Mom and Dad only to find them huddled up in their house with my sister and the two boys because of yet another snow/ice storm that brought Maryland to its knees.

This past year and a half has been, well, as they say here - mental.  Moving house three times while pregnant, working night shifts, running around after a toddler, ceilings falling in, bathrooms being ripped out, babies being born.  It's been a bit of a wonderful crazy roller coaster.  I'm just starting to feel as though I'm coming up for air.  And as I type that sentence, my one daughter decides it's time to wake up.  So here's me saying that I hope to be back on here a bit more - when the chillins give me a chance.  :)