Myke & Me Plus ThreeFour: The Goin's Ons

So we're back on our own after nearly a month of visitors here in San Diego. It was fun to have everyone out to visit. My Dad came for a week, my mom stayed for 3 1/2 weeks, my brother was here for a week, my aunt came for a long weekend and our friend Heather came for a weekend. There was a lot of overlapping of people but we made it work, even without an official guest room! Well, I guess Chloë's room served as our unofficial guest room. She has a nice twin bed with a pull out trundle bed beneath it so that works well for visitors. The only "bad" part is that she gets kicked out of her room. Fortunately, toddlers are very adaptable creatures and she hasn't had a problem going back and forth (at least thus far). When visitors are in her room she gets "promoted" (or "demoted" is probably the better word) to the third level and gets to be Myke and my room mate for the duration of the visit. She sleeps in our closet. There, I said it. Yes, she sleeps in our closet. It always causes people's mouths to drop open when I tell them so I've stopped mentioning exactly where she sleeps for the most part. It REALLY isn't THAT bad. We have a good sized walk-in-closet with a pocket door (which we leave open!). We put her old crib mattress (which is the same size mattress that a toddler-bed uses) on the floor in there and she is snug as a bug in a rug. She loves it. It's her own cozy space and she gets to be right by mommy & daddy all night. What could be better???

Anyways, tonight she will go back to her own room and big-girl bed so fingers crossed that she doesn't protest too much.

All else is going well here. Myke is busy with work, which is good since he's a contractor. Elijah started walking...FINALLY! At 16 months old (Chloë started at 15 months and Owen at 14 months so all my kids were relatively "late" bloomers in the walking arena). I've been more than ready for Eli to start. It was getting to be a big challenge going places with him as he always wants to be down and on the move...but he would crawl all over the ground, getting his hands filthy and scraping up his little knees on the cement. He literally would crawl with bleeding knees and would sometimes throw a fit if you tried to carry him instead. He has scars on his little pudgy knees. I should have gotten him baby knee-pads.

Anyways, time to close.... I'm going to try to keep this updated on a more regular basis (for realz this time!!) to keep distant family in-the-know and for me to just vent and/or ramble when I need to.

Some pics, in no particular order, of the past few weeks: