The Boisvert Life

Wow.  I can’t believe Emery is already three months old, and
Lindsay will be two in less than two months!  Time really does fly
when you’re too busy to ever look at a clock! 

And our lives are only about to get even more
hectic with trying to show and sell a house, finding a new one, buying
it, moving, and attempting to settle into a whole new life down in
Portland.  The thought is actually quite exhausting at this point,
probably mostly because I’m sick, or perhaps because Lindsay is
actually turning into a full blown toddler and keeping me busy
24/7.  She has discovered that she enjoys making mischief, and
that, even if it’s negative attention, she gets attention when she gets
caught.  You can actually see her getting ready to do something
she knows full well she shouldn’t, watch her scan the room out of the
corner of her eye to see if anyone’s watching, and then go for it if
she’s decided she’s in the clear.  Then of course, even though I’m
sometimes so exasperated and angry inside that she has deliberately
disobeyed me for the five thousandth time, it’s quite amusing to watch
her jump a foot in the air and tuck her chin to her chest and lift her
shoulders in an attempt to dissappear when I scold her!  In the
past week, she has, in no particular order, unrolled two toilet paper
rolls, thrown one of my votive/candle sets into the toilet, discovered
the toilet brush and proceeded to fling water accross the bathroom,
dumped all sorts of crap into the fish tank, undone her pasty-poop
diaper herself in the early morning hours and proceeded to cover her
hands and legs in poop in an effort to remove the diaper from around
her legs, and just this moring, I turned my back to do the dishes for
two minutes, and when I turned around to check on her, she’d found the
one bottle of febreeze I had left in the cupboard, obviously low enough
that she could reach it in my frenzied cleaning for the house to be
shown, and had it in her mouth, hand on the trigger, like some suicidal
maniac with a gun.  A very fresh gun, but she shouldn’t be putting
it in her mouth either way! 

After throwing two lids to my pots and pans down the stairs not
five minutes later, while Emery was trying to sleep, she spent the
morning sweetly carrying her baby doll around the room, swadling it in
a blanket, rocking it and singing to it, placing it in the bouncy
chair, taking it out to breastfeed it, burping it, putting it back down
for a nap, repeat for about an hour.  It was too cute.  I
love just sitting there listening to her conversations when she thinks
no one’s listening.  It’s amazing how most of the time I want to
squish her, it’s just that sometimes it’s because she’s so darn cute,
and other times because she’s so very not. 

Luckily for me and my pounding head, the munchkins have both
gone down for a nap, and I’m about to do the same in an effort to get
rid of this annoying cold.  I’ll try to take some pictures this
week, but if I don’t get around to it, I’ll definitely take some while
I’m in Portland for Thanksgiving and all of that.