These past few days have been a whirlwind of spotty girls and doggy bladder stones. Archie actually has a stone that fills up 75% of his bladder, so now we know why he has been peeing in the house. Finally. All they had to do was an xray to see this monster.

Dropped him off for yet another surgery this morning. This time, they will cut open his tummy and remove his bladder stone. Poor guy. Poor us on the price tag, too. Not to mention poor us having to take care of a post operation dog and twins. Hopefully the old man will bounce back fast. If it is anything like when I got my c-section, I am a little concerned for him.

The spotty girls are all better now after a measles scare. It wasn't the measles, but it was still a mess of cranky rashy babies that lasted all weekend long, dragging into yesterday since they weren't allowed back to school until they had a doctor's note. In the girls' last two weeks of daycare, I feel a little like they are glad to see them go. I know this isn't true, but it feels that way. The girls have had to stay in the baby room about 2 weeks extra, so I am sure the teachers are looking forward to getting new babies and sending my toddlers packing.

Girls. I love their summer feet. So tiny and bare. They haven't worn shoes all summer long. Mostly because their feet are still too small to wear even size 6 month shoes. Most of the shoes we own just fall right off of them. I fear they will be adults with tiny baby feet. I wonder wonder when they will grow grow. Tiny summer feet must make way for fall feet. I try and try, but off the shoes come. The girls have no idea that in a mere two weeks they will be entering a new world. Long days of being with mommy and wearing shoes. Goodbye tiny summer feet.