We're back, with teeth

We didn't post much in February. Between mastitis, a nasty bout of food poisoning, work, and keeping up with Duncan and Tristan, I didn't have the time or the will. January, my first month back at work, felt long. February flew by while Dane and I held on by our finger nails. It was a crazy jumble of horrible and wonderful. Tristan and Duncan napped and grew. It was a month of smiles, flirty glances, singing coos, kicking and rolling, and fascination with hands, paper cranes, crinkly paper and the cats. But it was also a month with a change to a new eating schedule (the boys' idea, not Dane's or mine), a sudden aversion to bed time, sleep training and -- to keep things interesting -- projectile vomiting. At the end of one particularly exhausting day, Dane summed up how we both felt all month by quoting Tolkien:

"I feel... thin. Sort of stretched, like... butter scraped over too much bread. I need a holiday. A very long holiday."

A long holiday was impossible, but we just got back from a short one. We spent four days with family in West Virginia on the tail end of a conference in Texas. We ate, walked, talked, sledded, and SLEPT as much as we could over a long weekend. Now we're back on the west coast, with Duncan and Tristan each flashing a new tooth in the bargain. Welcome spring!