Work continues to be ... unsatisfying. I am poised to be the new point person for an ongoing project. I'll be attending committees meetings with bigwigs and coordinating things among various departments. It is a bit more high profile, but its a largely thankless job and an enormous headache, at least according to my predecessor. But, my predecessor parlayed the 'high profile' aspect into a new position, so that's something. Also, I work with smart nice people who look out for each other, and that is not insignificant.
Angelfish turned three -- THREE -- in January. She is verbal and smart and opinionated. She insists on wearing tutus and tights and loves sparkly things, but also wants to jump in mud puddles and talk about construction trucks and dinosaurs. (That is, she's the girliest tomboy you'll ever meet.) She does a little whining for attention at times, but is generally pleasant and easily redirected. She is very typically three -- she likes routine and predictability, she's undergoing a little separation anxiety, and she's very into saying potty words at inopportune moments.
Lionfish is 22 months old today. Wow. That made me sad to type. She is a very big helper -- she wants people to be happy. She'll get AF's stuffed animals off her bed, or bring a random toy to CF, and get so excited when they say "thank you LF." She likes to help set up for dinner or to load the bag for daycare. She uses lots of little two or three word sentences (Mommy do; me do) and she asks for things that she wants by saying the name with a question in her voice (cracker? milk? apple? appooyay [apple sauce]? cookie? waffle? blues clues? outside? this? more? please?) She loves playing with her doctor toys.
All right, this is about all I can reasonably pull together while procrastinating doing the dishes before Bullshark gets home tomorrow. I'll try to get back to writing more regularly.Hope all is well with you all :-)