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As in catch up. As in what I'm doing with this post since it's been so long. Get it? Man, am I a hopeless dork or what? Wait. Don't answer that.

We're all fine-ish, thanks for asking. Aidan and Makena are growing like weeds and testing our parenting skills on a constant basis. They're just kids acting their age and we try to be aware of that with every charming new thing they try to get away with. One of the more challenging issues is that as a four-year-old boy, Aidan is way more likely to do things that Makena, at 3 years old, would not be doing were they not brother and sister and around each other all the time. It's a rather unfortunate monkey see, monkey do scenario. My mantra these days: I will survive.

Miss Nadia currently has an ear infection and eczema on her face and neck. Poor thing. She weighs 17 lbs 15 oz and will be six months old one week from today. I can barely grasp that, you know. Just last month I was astonished at her turning five months old and eating baby food already. Now here she is, almost six months old, and I'm going to have to start pulling out her bigger-sized clothes and putting away the things that don't fit her rather pudgy but totally adorable figure. She's kinda sorta sitting up on her own and has discovered her feet. She's also quite taken with her reflection. She thinks she's pretty darn cute. That makes it unanimous then.

Our Trini visitors have since returned to Trinidad and life is once again back to normal (although I'm noticing that whenever we get back to normal, normal isn't what it was when we left it). While they were here, in addition to our LA road trip, we went to La Jolla, Sea World, Tijuana, and to several grocery stores and a few malls. We also enjoyed some good Trini eats - souce, macaroni pie and pelau, and my father-in-law's fabulous rum punch, with PUNCH being the active word there. Hooooooo boy. We really enjoyed their company and hope they'll come back again soon.

We've all had some form of snotty, coughy crud (I actually got strep throat) and now, it seems, that I am the only woman ever to pull a groin tendon. Hurts like a you-know-what. I'm walking like George Burns and grunting with every movement. I was told it would take at least three weeks to start feeling better and I could still be in pain a good six months from now. I don't even know exactly how I did it, but I suspect that running around with The Bigs at the park on Saturday was not such a smart idea since I only ever run baths and errands. Good thing I joined a gym now that the Girl Scout Cookies have left the building. Now I just need an I-POD for all the time I'm going to be spending on the treadmill and in the weight room.

And now a little about my honey who totally deserves it but is not given much attention on my blog. My hunky hubby is adjusting to some changes at work with more class and professionalism than I thought humanly possible. I mean, he's a classy, professional guy so I shouldn't be too surprised by this, but I am. It's one thing to know something about someone and it's another thing entirely to see it in action. He is loyal, hardworking, dependable and freakishly smart. All of that and a cute butt. I'm a lucky lady.

So, for your viewing pleasure, I'll wrap this up with some recent photos of The Bigs and The Baby getting a scruffy kiss from her daddy.