I’m back from surgery. Aside from the massive bruising and lumpiness on my body, it’s harder to tell I had children now. Not that I don’t wear those particular scars with pride. It was the stretchmarks that were killing me.

During my recovery haze, Lily hung out with me on the couch as much as her two-year old personality would allow. One of her favorite phrases from bad reality tv, repeated at a loud decibel: “Where are all you Bee-Otches?!?!?” (Slang for “bitches). Nice. Arden’s starting to talk, though her speech is all vowels and babbling. Still, she seems to think we can understand her and emphatically says “babababbababa” over and over again while making eye contact. The other day she said “YOBA!” and Lily thought that was hilarious. We don’t know what it means, but it sounds cool.

Lily seems to be doing well at her new school. She’s making new friends and soon the pool will be open. She can’t wait for that. She may end up not loving the pool as much as she did last year since I’ve enrolled her in swim lessons and the director of the program said that they generally cry and pitch a fit for the first few lessons . . . but after 6 lessons, they swim. It’s hard to imagine Lily swimming under the water and holding her breath, but this particular schools says they can learn to do it even younger. I just don’t have it in me to sign Arden up yet!