Who Am I Kidding, There's No Title For This

It is with regret that I note that I am squeezing this post out in an attempt to have more than two postings for the entire month of March. Pathetic excuse for a blogger, eh? And it's not like this was one of those crappy shorter months, like November or, good lord, February. March is a 31-dayer, I really have no excuse. Except the usual - busy at work, sick kids, sick me, we all know the drill, right? Yawn.

I'm typing this from a hotel room in Northern Virginia, with no access to the lovely outdoor photos of the kids I took this past weekend. This means I can't cop out with a photo post, and have to actually WRITE something. But, it's been a very stressful two days of meetings, and while this work that I am here in lovely No. Va. (amidst cherry blossoms! pretty cherry blossoms! Which we admittedly have in MD too but they're maybe half a step behind in blooming) is by no means over, the HARDEST part is over, and thus I am marking the occasion with my second glass of wine of the evening. So by no means should you expect that this writing will actually be COHERENT.

Instead, random thoughts and things to note.

1) Lucy has begun making the transition out of the infant room at daycare and into the toddler room. She is by no means walking yet, but she is crawling and pulling up, so I think she'll be able to hold her own. Plus, she naps like crap at school lately, so the switch to a 1-nap day may actually be an improvement for her. She's had some anxiety about this, crying quite a bit with the new teachers, but it seems to be getting better. She will be done with the transition as of April 19th, and while I know she is ready for it, and I am ready for her to be ready for it, it makes me a little wistful about being almost done with babyhood. Not wistful enough to contemplate having another kid, but still, wistful.

2) Finn is cute. Adorable, really. We are definitely on the upswing as far as behavior is concerned. He is (for the last week and a half) behaving pretty well at school, he is playing wonderfully with Lucy, and he is just fun to be around. I do not take it for granted, I very, very much appreciate it. M. and I have had plenty of reasons in the not-so-distant past to be frustrated with his behavior, but we have definitely hit a little bit of a sweet spot. It is even sweeter this time around because I see the struggles my sisters are having with their own little ones. We are triplets, and we've been told on occasion that we're a bit competitive. It's like weight. Or grades. Or accomplishments. Who's the skinniest? Who has the best GPA? Who has the most education? Who makes the most money? Who has the best behaved kids, BE-OTCHES??!! That's right, for this milli-second in our lives, I DO!! (the kids, not the money or weight or some of that other stuff. Except that I am the only one who can be addressed as Dr., and I don't see that changing anytime soon...).

3) Next weekend we start swim lessons for the kids. We wanted to do it for Finn because he loves the pool, but he very annoyingly likes to only be dragged around by one of us while in it. No floating on his own with a flotation device or any other such "risky" nonsense. So our hope is to get him a little more independent in the water, and more willing to do things like, oh, put his face in it. Typical kid stuff, in preparation for our neighborhood pool opening in a couple of months, and our family vacation to the beach that is slated for this July. Since they also had a class for Lucy's age group, we decided to throw her in the water, too. Sure, maybe they'll have less money for college tuition (dude, these activities are EXPENSIVE!), but at least they'll know how to swim, or at least tread water, right? So anyway, with any luck, expect pictures of this sometime soon-ish, provided I can get my blogger act in gear.

4) Back to some of my introductory blatherings, and related to meetings and travel for work, I have made an (interesting?) observation about my bathroom habits and public restrooms. Have you ever been to a meeting for several hours or a few days, where you repeatedly find yourself using the same public restroom? Do you find that you tend to use the exact same stall in that bathroom whenever possible for the duration of your stay? Because I apparently do. Once I use a stall, I seem to use that stall from that point on (unless it's occupied, or upon inspection, the seat is covered with the evidence of a "hoverer". In the latter case, it's game over on that stall, for good). I'm by no means a germ-a-phobe, AT ALL (I would lick a shopping cart handle to prove it to you but I'm hoping you don't need me to go to such lengths), but perhaps this is my mind's subconscious way of trying to protect my hiney from multiple strains of germs?

Seems weird to end the post on that note, but end it I will.