Well, I finished scrubbing the walls, and it did take a little paint off, but it still looks better than red crayon scribbles.

Here's what I've been up to (for those who care. Or are too bored to find something better to do):

• Trying to think of clever posts. The lack of posts is a strong indicator that I came up short on that one.
• Wandering the aisles of Home Depot dumbstruck with the overwhelming amount of homeowner products and trying to determine which ones are actually important to have.
• Silently willing the mom in the dermatologist's waiting room to be quiet. Maybe I'm just jaded from having so many kids so close together that the novelty has worn off, but seriously, if your 9-month-old is sitting quietly in the stroller, don't feel the need to draw attention to her (and you) by talking loudly in baby talk so that the whole room can hear you tell her how good she's being. Just enjoy it! And when she drops her toy, there's no need to use your high-pitched-baby-talk voice and ask her, "Do you want me to pick that up? Do you want ME to pick that up? Do you want ME TO PICK THAT UP?" Of course she does, you're the only one who can reach it. She's in a stroller and can't even walk yet. Just pick up the toy and read a magazine silently like the rest of us!
• Attempting to convey a semblance of order to my in-laws who are visiting. Those vacuum lines in the carpet were mere seconds old when they walked through the door.
• Freaking out about food storage. I've ignored it for years because of our frequent moves and dismissed all the paranoia of late--but it's starting to get to me and now I'm panicking. I bought a giant container of powdered milk at the grocery store Thursday. I'm not even sure what to do with powdered milk, but I now own one large box of it. Does anyone know how to store this or what the shelf life is? 
• Keeping the gobbler fantasy alive. I didn't mean for it to get so out of control (sometimes Rylee tells me in the morning that she heard the gobbler in her room last night and it scared her), but it's been keeping the toys cleaned up for almost 2 weeks now and I have no intention of ruining it.
• Trying to think of names for Chad's future dental practice. We've ruled out Armadillo Dental and Best in the West.
• Realizing I'm nearly free. Izzy only takes two naps a day now, and Avery one. Preschool is almost over for Rylee. Izzy eats baby food and some real food and thanks to her 6 teeth will hopefully be done nursing in the next month... We might be able to have some fun this summer! We might lounge at the pool! We might hit the zoo! The sky's the limit...
• Spending two hours on my hands and knees washing tile floors. I need a new Swiffer Wet Jet.
• Watching the joy Rylee and Avery get out of helping me clean toilets. It's as good as Disneyland for them.
• Attempting to make conversation with my new neighbors who are all way cooler than we are (sorry, Chad, I'm throwing you in with that one too, have you seen Denton's clothes?), but fortunately, are all very nice.
• Starting over trying to make friends in my new ward--which is ending up being much more difficult than my previous ward due to the sheer volume of people our age. The entire back row of Gospel Doctrine in the cultural hall is filled with pre-nursery age kids--it reminds me of Maryland. Maybe they'll give us our own class; too bad we can't get Kate Smith back as the teacher... Anyway, we still have more kids than all of them and are having some trouble integrating. But we'll shove our way in there eventually.
• Dealing with our insurance company for the aftermath of Avery's burns and the upcoming plastic surgery she's going to have as we begin phase 1 of 3 for the removal of her birthmark.
• Talking myself into dieting. I started a "eat whatever I want (like I usually do), but only half of what I would normally eat" diet. It worked great until Easter hit, and now I'm having a hard time getting back into the groove.
• Keeping Izzy off the stairs, which is the first place she crawls to if she even thinks you're not looking...
• Catching up on 6 months worth of Ensigns and other magazines that I sorely neglected during my Texas move and subsequent house hunt (but not you, Entertainment Weekly, I would never get behind on reading YOU).

And that's what I've been up to. That, and sleeping better--thanks to my new downstairs master bedroom and 3 nights of sleep-training Isabelle.