Catching up...

So, during my hiatus from blogging, quite a few things happened and I'm going to just go back and give a quick recap.

Last month, Dave took the girls for a walk by himself down the street (and I emphasize "by himself" because it's a pretty big deal to embark upon any kind of journey alone with these little punks). Well, about an hour passed and night fall had come and I was starting to get worried. I called Dave's cell and he miraculously answered. The conversation went something like this:
Me: Dave, where the *#$ are you (honey)?
Dave: We are down the street in the ex-president's house.
Me: Ex-president. What are you talking about and where are my children?
Dave: They're fine. They are somewhere around the house right now. These people are really nice and keep giving them presents. We'll be back soon.
Click.

Well, as you may gather, Dave and the girls eventually made it home. Apparently the nice Chinese couple down the street (who were PRESIDENTS of a COMPANY, not country) had seen the twins, invited Dave in, and let the twins pick from a most eclectic collection of figurines that they had on display in their home, but were apparently willing to part with to please my little ones.

This is what Dave came home with in plastic bag:

Definitely a cat theme going on here, but hey, who doesn't love Sylvester the Cat! I almost wonder if Dave picked him out in honor of Frisky...

Moving forward...

This is what I get to see every morning when I hear that the girls have woken up:
And this is what I see when it's 8:30 and they don't want to go to sleep...

Linda's newest antic is that she will grab something of a seemingly fragile or valuable or dangerous nature, turns to me and says quite ominously, "Mommy, this IS NOT a toy." Apparently, I've been throwing that one around pretty often lately.

Lucy has unleashed the puzzle-master in her. She can put any puzzle together you throw at her-- it's like... a Beautiful Mind. Seriously, she just gets this look on her face and starts throwing pieces together left and right and before you know it, TA DA, the puzzle is done. And I'm not talking about a wooden puzzle for little tykes either-- like puzzles for a 5+ year old. She's amazing I tell you, amazing! I'm most impressed because Linda really isn't half as good at Lucy at this, and since we all know Linda is also BRILLIANT, it's just that much more astounding. Lucy loves doing it too-- she loves grabbing pieces in her chubby little hands and trying to fit them together while saying, "Riiiiiiiiight, here? Riiiiiiiiiiiight, here?" Pretty cute.

And here are some pics of the munchkins for Easter. I will definitely appreciate this much more than anyone else, since I didn't get to spend Easter with these kiddos since I had to fly out to San Francisco and deal with the nefarious custom's agent who was holding my goods hostage. I called her up, pleaded my case, pleaded my staff's incompetence and she kindly responded that she'd release goods on the condition she received the original time cards. Easy enough right? Not if you live in my shoes. I did get the goods released, mind you, but only after making new time cards for Feb 1-16 by punching every member of the Bebe team in and out for every day they worked for 2 weeks, since my brilliant accountant lost the originals. I'd take a picture of my raw thumb and forefinger but thought I thought it was bad taste.

It was great fun taking a time clock on a plane and having to announce every time I went through security that that strange looking object, the one that could be possibly mistaken for a bomb, was actually an innocuous time clock (to be used for criminal activity granted, but just not the violent kind). To the skeptics out there, this was totally legit, since as an owner, I can do whatever I want. At least that's what my attorney told me to say....

Anyway, after freaking out on the plane until the moment I walked out of Tonda's office victoriously, I had a fantastic time in that beautiful city ( and, yes, her name was Tonda-- which, although a bit strange, was nothing compared to the name of the woman who was in charge of storing the goods-- her name was Princess. Kind of funny, because my friend Kate heard me talking on the phone, saying things like, "THanks so much Princess-- just call me as soon as you find out, princess"-- and thought for a full 10 minutes that I was throwing that out there as a friendly nick name).

Well, after the goods were released, it was time to let loose. Kate Wilcox Nance, Esquire was kind enough to take care of me in my homeless state. We had a fantastic time catching up and she showed me around and took me to some fantastic restaurants. Did you know, by the way, that a gallon of Milk, MILK, in San Francisco cost $6.50?? And cereal, costs like $6? Yowzers.

After Kate's, I spent the day with Anne, my sister-in-law/hero. She just got back from a Diabetes camp where she met up with the triathletes she's working together with to train for an Ironman in Wisconsin-- these Emmy-award winning producers are doing a documentary on this group-- they all have Type 1 diabetes and are amazing, I mean, amazing athletes. It's really very inspiring. Their website is www.Triabetes.org, I think. Anyway, Anne's just phenomenal-- I am hoping to be able to do something half as cool as her in the near future.

So, anyway, while I was off enjoying a beautiful San Francisco Easter weekend with my friend and sister-in-law, the girls were just being their beautiful selves, having fun on their Easter-egg hunt. Here is what they looked like when I was so far away, missing them, but also, retrieving any semblance of sanity that I could steal while away...

Turn your head...it's worth it.