My daughter has been anxiously awaiting this time for eight (long for her, lightning fast for me) months.
“When am I gonna get to play with him, Mama? He’s so boring…”
“Soon, baby girl- I promise…”
The first few months of her little brother’s existence she was constantly being reprimanded.
Be gentle, Delaney.
No, you can’t pick him up yet.
Too rough, sweetie.
Get off of him!
Did you just spray water in his face?!
I see you in the monitor! Get out of his crib! He’s sleeping!
And now our little guy is officially eight. months. old.
His long wisps of hair stand straight up like a porcupine.
He’s off the charts in height and looks like he had his first birthday months ago.
He’s still not crawling. He barely rolls over. But he’s solid. And hearty. And I don’t feel like he’s gonna break if Delaney hugs him too tight. She gets so excited now that she finally gets to feed him or when they take a bath together.
Watching them interact melts my heart.
He finally got his first tooth and his dimple seems to be getting more pronounced every month. (SWOON).
It’s not fair my clients have better pictures of their children than I do, so as I was rushing out the door yesterday, I grabbed my camera. I never make time for “sessions” with my kids, so most of the pictures I have of them is when we’re at home.
We went to The South Coast Botanical Gardens to meet up with my Fit4Mom group. After our workout, the rest of the class went about their day’s plans, but the three of us sat and had a picnic. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom, the bottlebrush trees were swaying back and forth in the cool breeze. Delaney ran around with a stick, while Dax followed her every move, smiling from ear to ear, screaming with joy. We explored the grounds slowly and I took it all in. How blessed I felt to have a job where I make my own hours. How fortunate I was to live in a place where flip flops are the shoe of choice 11 months out of the year.
I let them do their thing. And I sat. And I watched. Because tomorrow they’ll be asking to be dropped off at the beach. The next day they’ll be asking to be dropped off at a party. And the day after that I’ll be dropping them off at college.
This chair is my favorite piece of furniture in our house. It’s our reading chair. Our cuddle chair.
Our sit there until I fall asleep mama chair.
My husband snapped these pictures of us after Daxy got out of the bath.
My hair’s a mess and I have spit up on my shirt. But such is life. This is how we are most days.
Thank you Melissa- for inspiring me to write more personal posts. See, I did listen to you…