Didn't I start a post with this question, oh, say a year and half ago? Then I stopped posting for about a year. They - the ubiquitous "they" - say that actions speak louder than words. So I guess by my actions, I've answered the question.
I won't even start with trying to recapture what's happened over the last year. For a while, as I became more and more conscious of the fact that I was failing to keep up with this part of my life (oh, and, just about every other freakin' part of my life too) I held on to the idea of doing one masterful blog post to make up for all the ones I've missed. But after a while that idea became part of the problem - I'd start out thinking about how to capture all the changes since August 2009 in the lives of our two growing toddlers, and the thought exercise alone was enervating, so that sometime before I got around to putting the proverbial pen to paper, I lost steam entirely and put the whole exercise off until sometime when life felt more in control.
"Hahahaha, that's a good one" you say? If so, then you know the answer to the question in the title of this post. I've figured it out too, although the answer goes against my nature. Even though I've been beat over the head with the reality of it for the last year and a half, I'm still having a hard time with what George H.W. (#41) might have called "that acceptance thing." But, whether I can accept it or not, I have to admit it's true. Q: What's it like having two? A: Your life is no longer in control.
So there you have it. While you're chewing on the thought, enjoy some pictures from lives out of control, circa late 2009 and first half of 2010.
