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You might remember my sister from this post. She is wonderful, beautiful, smart and talented, and having her close by is a big part of why my life is so great. She has also, historically speaking, been a VERY bad blogger. Not bad with respect to content. Bad with respect to frequency. You think I'm bad? Ha! So, those us who know her, rejoiced when she finally decided to be more regular about this blogging thing. And I am loving it ! She has always been one of those moms who makes me excited to have more kids. Because even when things are crazy (she too has moments where she'd like to put her kids on craigslist...I kid!), I know she would never choose to be doing anything else. She loves being a mom and understands what a privilege it is to raise up little ones And, it must be said, she is an exceptional Aunt. She fawns so much over my kiddos, you'd think they were hers! Bless her. So I'm glad she's chronicling more of her journey through life and motherhood. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I am!

Sister Extraordinaire:


Now, in case you've missed the button to your right, my sister-in-law, Caitlin (who you might remember from this post), has the most fantastic design blog. She has quite a following, with good reason. She is (you will see a theme developing here) gorgeous, intelligent, talented and kind. I love her like a sister, so maybe I should just drop the 'in-law'? You might see a blog like hers and think that surely that someone living such an exotic, well-designed life couldn't be down-to-earth, approachable, and self-effacing. You would be wrong. She is just as fabulous, good and kind as one could ever wish, and the total opposite of snobby. I eat up all her fabulous designs and am so grateful that she never minds advising me on paint colors, tile backsplashes and the like!

Sister-in-law Extraordinaire:


Did I win the lottery with these two, or what?

A final thought before I head poolside:

I was in the car the other day, on the phone with my sister(Chris was driving...I really am committed to this no cell phone while driving thing). The little ones were asleep in their carseats. Mary asked, "Why are you whispering?" "Oh," I said, "my kids are asleep."

Cue lightning bolt. Or did the earth shake? Not sure, but what's that I just said? My KIDS are asleep. Kids. Plural! I have KIDS. Oh, what a delicious moment.

My kids.

No phrase has ever fit so comfortably on my shoulders. My sister was right: having two kids is definitely more fun. :)

When things get crazy, we just shuffle step our way through!