I'm 9 months old, and I'm as big as my sister. So there, expectations.

No, they aren't related. At all.

And I understand the walls have ears.

Do you see it?

It doesn't really matter, because it sees you.

I don't know how to describe what it's like living with a 3 year old for the first time. I guess it's sort of like having Generalissimo Franco move into the pink bedroom upstairs, if Franco was a stoner that never paid attention to a word you said, and demanded a steady diet of Pirates Booty and Servatiis cookies. Yes. I'd say it's exactly like that.

I do, however, love the weird things I find around our house on a regular basis. One of Scarlett's duplo sets came with a sheet of eye stickers, so you could create a more 'realistic' duplo duck. Or horse. Or cow. You get the picture. But anyway, there are all these random eyes floating all over our house, and periodically I find something looking at me that wouldn't normally have that ability.

Cree--eeepy...

The worst [and most honest] holiday update letter ever.

What, you mean you wanted more than that? Oh, for crying out loud... the work I do for you people.

OK, so when we left off back in October, Scarlett had been sick for a month. In November, December, and then January, it was Kevin's turn, Van's turn, and then my turn. Kevin took 3 rounds of antibiotics and finally kicked his sinus infection; despite getting the H1N1 vaccine I got something that walked like a pig and oinked like a pig; and Van will be getting tubes in his ears in exactly one week. And then I've had it with being the Mt. Lookout infirmary.

In other news, Van has two teeth, and can sort of crawl, although his balance might be affected by the near constant ear infections. Scarlett rules Pre-school with an iron fist, and refuses to use the potty. Kevin got a new Blackberry, after losing the first new Blackberry. [My money is on a McDonalds someplace in Pennsylvania.] And I found a new inexpensive and tasty chardonnay I can buy in bulk.

Happy New Year's!

This is a blog. A what? A blog. A what? A blog. Oh! A blog!

Here's some stuff that happened in November.

And here's some stuff that happened in December.

Are we all caught up now? Good.

Happy Halloween. With added cursing!

The cold and flu season has descended upon our house with the intensity of a thousand plagues. Haha. It's November 3rd. Shit.

Anyway, Scarlett was sick for her birthday, and it looked like she was going to be sick again for Halloween. She rallied somewhat, and we decided that Kevin could take her out on our street for a little trick-or-treating fun. I think they were gone 4 hours, and came home with a wagon full of goodies. [Oh, and a special shout out to whoever gave out the sugar free gummi candies with *added Vitamin C* - you suck. Seriously. Next year locate the rolo aisle.]

Later that night [much later, like 2am] I woke up to Scarlett crying in her bed. I went to check on her, and she was sobbing and trying to tell me something. I finally realized what she was saying was "I...want..my...pumpkin..." Nice try, kiddo.

Restraint.

Happy Birthday to my sweet girl.

Are you sure?

Pretend for just one moment that Scarlett isn't the funniest thing in this video. Van is eating food for the first time, and dude, he GETS it. A natural. He wants to know what we've been waiting for, and by the way, when can he have some ribs?