Ok, coffee, you can stop working now. Shift's over

I may have drunk (drank? injested? consumed?) a wee bit too much coffee this morning. Reni, bless his sneezes that sound suspiciously like a little kitten's, was up every 20 minutes last night, and I may have gulped down an entire pot BY MYSELF before 9 a.m. today in sheer desperation.

Result?

I am so ridiculously wide awake that I have just spent at least an hour trying to reconfigure this blog, only to realize that 1) Google can and does charge for extra photo storage; 2) I am an absolute Luddite; and 3) would it be acceptable to down a few shots of whisky when Anika has been waking up every 10-15 minutes since she fell asleep and it's going to be another LOOOOOOOONG night? Oh, in case you were wondering, Reni's symptoms are likely from teething (two top molars and one bottom stage left are currently doing that cruel "I'm almost breaking through! Woops, just kidding!" move) and Anika has allergies. At least I think so. I can barely remember my own name at the moment.

Oh, but I am remembering one thing: Reni took two full steps last night! So he's walking-ish, if you can call it that. He will walk for hours pushing his red wagon, and attempts to push nearly everything from the coffee table to a nearby adult's legs in his quest to walk ten thousand paces around the living room and back. But last night, he let go of the wagon and meandered to the couch, two steps away. He didn't even realize he was walking, because whenever you encourage him to let go and rely on his own balance, he sits down and gives you a look like, whadya think I am, crazy? You carry me everywhere, lady. I've got this walking thing down, but there is no way you can expect me to actually walk anytime soon. No m'am.

And another thing: Anika can now ride her tricycle, her bicycle, and her Cinderella scooter. We saw the scooter at a consignment sale, and I showed her once - very briefly - how to use this marvelous princess thing with wheels. She pushed me aside right then and there, hopped on, and scooted off on that thing like she'd been born on a scooter. Honestly. I have never had that kind of coordination. She can also scale the entertainment stand and fix the Blu-Ray when I'm completely befuddled, and if I get impatient with something on her iPad or on the TV, she looks at me, pats my knee, and says, knowingly, "it's loading, mama. You need to be patient." Oh, and she is also dive-bombing into the pool.

Kids crying - gotta go.