Tuesday, August 31, 2010

A Public Apology

Did you know that you have to have internet to blog?

Well, if I didn't know it before, I know it now.

I must make a public apology. I hereby apologize for the number of emails left without a response, the lack of comments on everyone's blogs, the facebook posts left ignored, and the economical drop in online shoe purchases. I will get back to everyone just as soon as I can remember all of my online passwords. It might take a while.

We are finally moved in to our new home, and the internet is up and running. Which you know what that means for you. The Lashley Life is back. Just so you faithful readers remember who the heck we are, I thought I'd start things out with a little recap. And if you are a new reader, you might want to skip the intro, block my url address, turn your eyes away from the computer screen and run screaming for the hills. I can promise you I'm up to no good with this thing.

Chloe is now 17 months (almost 18 months) old. She is still as precious as she can possibly be and as ornery as she can possibly be. She talks so well these days and at times will spout out little phrases. She loves to dance, sing, hit her sister on the head, and she can do a mean rooster impersonation.

She acts like such a big girl. Look at her in her pigtails, sitting in a big person's chair, eating her snack and shooting me dirty looks. You better believe I had tears in my eyes when I took this picture. Not because of the dirty look (I'm used to it) but because she is growing up so fast. Too fast if you ask me.

As for this precious, little peanut. Stella is 6 months (almost 7 months) old. And yes, she is just this kissable all the time. Look at that face. She is just so sweet. I am kissing my computer screen as we speak.

She tries so hard to be big. She can sit up really well on her own and is trying to crawl. She does a great pike pose and can get up on her hands and knees. It's only a matter of time before she starts to crawl. And then my life is over. She loves Chloe so much and tolerates the knocks on the head (by her big sister) just to have attention from her. Poor thing.

As for this guy. He is working as hard as ever. He is such a great dad, and the girls love him so much. When he is in the room, he is covered with babies. The girls act like I don't exist. Which is great because it gives me time to do important things. Like eat ice cream, and look online for shoes and of course do housework. (Not.)

As for moi, I am just learning more and more about what it means to be a wife and a mother and a friend and a daughter, and all of those other roles in which we are. I feel like I enjoy being a mom more and more everyday. There are moments when I want to poke myself in the eyeball because as the following picture depicts, I am trying to guide my daughters in the right direction (aka, take a disgustingly cute picture in which my daughters act like they love me), and all Chloe wants to do is push her sister off of my lap.

But life is so beautiful because there are moments like this, that are happening more and more often. When we just love being together. As crazy and as goofy as we are, I know that God meant for these two precious girls to be my daughters.

We love being back home in Oklahoma. There is no place like it. And nothing beats spending time with the people you love most in life. That's what life is all about.

Whew, I didn't mean to get all sappy on you. I must change the subject before I bawl my treacly self into oblivion.

Did you hear we went to Italy?

Expect more about that soon. Because I have internet. Yeah, baby.