16 Months
We’ve officially hit the most precious toddler stage in the world. He’s full of hugs and kisses and snuggles, and if he ever hears any one of us say ouch, he’s quick to kiss boo-boos. He doesn’t say too much, but he can say uh-oh, momma, dada, yuck, bye-bye, and night-night when he really wants to, but only when he wants to. He loves dogs and tractors, especially a Deere, and there are few things he loves more than sitting down and having a book read to him. He loves his big book about animals, and his mooing and oinking always makes me grin. 
He loves his sister and wants to follow her everywhere and do everything she does. She’s always been his favorite. He loves his toy trucks, but he’d rather play with Lil’s My Little Ponies even more, maybe because he knows it drives her crazy. He loves shoes, and the first thing Lily does in the morning is turn the light on in the walk-in closet so he can ramble through everybody’s shoes. He puts on Tim’s or mine, and he marches through the house. You can hear him coming from a mile away. 
He’s eating more than ever these days. He loves corn above all else, and he loves beans and meat, too. A bag of potato chips will stop him dead in his tracks, but we’ve got to watch him with those because he thinks he can swallow them whole. He eats popcorn and pickles and he likes popsicles, too. Anything sister has is really what he wants most.
He’s curious and adventurous, but oh-so shy around strangers or people he doesn’t see often. He warms up quickly, though, and he flashes that devilish little grin often. He’s made it to the point where he just wants to run from me, and he doesn’t understand that we should be holding hands. If I try to stop him, he’ll throw himself to the ground in an instant. He’s full of drama, and he has a hard time when he’s not getting his way. He’s sensitive and soft in a way that I never would have expected from such a rough and tumble little fella.
He claps and waves bye and he loves to blow kisses. He stacks blocks and knocks them over, and he’s quite the climber. He loves wandering around outside, and Daddy’s tractor or Blazer are amongst his favorite things. He doesn’t like pools or lakes or oceans, but he loves baths. 

He’s an adventure that I never could have imagined having, and I couldn’t love that snuggly, dirty little boy more. 

16 Months

We’ve officially hit the most precious toddler stage in the world. He’s full of hugs and kisses and snuggles, and if he ever hears any one of us say ouch, he’s quick to kiss boo-boos. He doesn’t say too much, but he can say uh-oh, momma, dada, yuck, bye-bye, and night-night when he really wants to, but only when he wants to. He loves dogs and tractors, especially a Deere, and there are few things he loves more than sitting down and having a book read to him. He loves his big book about animals, and his mooing and oinking always makes me grin. 

He loves his sister and wants to follow her everywhere and do everything she does. She’s always been his favorite. He loves his toy trucks, but he’d rather play with Lil’s My Little Ponies even more, maybe because he knows it drives her crazy. He loves shoes, and the first thing Lily does in the morning is turn the light on in the walk-in closet so he can ramble through everybody’s shoes. He puts on Tim’s or mine, and he marches through the house. You can hear him coming from a mile away. 

He’s eating more than ever these days. He loves corn above all else, and he loves beans and meat, too. A bag of potato chips will stop him dead in his tracks, but we’ve got to watch him with those because he thinks he can swallow them whole. He eats popcorn and pickles and he likes popsicles, too. Anything sister has is really what he wants most.

He’s curious and adventurous, but oh-so shy around strangers or people he doesn’t see often. He warms up quickly, though, and he flashes that devilish little grin often. He’s made it to the point where he just wants to run from me, and he doesn’t understand that we should be holding hands. If I try to stop him, he’ll throw himself to the ground in an instant. He’s full of drama, and he has a hard time when he’s not getting his way. He’s sensitive and soft in a way that I never would have expected from such a rough and tumble little fella.

He claps and waves bye and he loves to blow kisses. He stacks blocks and knocks them over, and he’s quite the climber. He loves wandering around outside, and Daddy’s tractor or Blazer are amongst his favorite things. He doesn’t like pools or lakes or oceans, but he loves baths. 

He’s an adventure that I never could have imagined having, and I couldn’t love that snuggly, dirty little boy more. 

We arrived at Lily’s summer camp 25 minutes before pick up, so Drew hit the little park. “Let’s go get Lily,” I told him, and he got so flustered that he fell down 5 steps trying to hurry down. We miss her. I miss her, and by the time 1 o’clock comes around I’m so ready to see her that my heart starts to race. The thing is, I’ll never be the type who is comfortable leaving their kid. I just won’t, and maybe it’s not normal for some people, but it’s my normal. I count the hours, the minutes, the seconds from the time I leave her until the time I pick her up. I’d much rather keep them all to myself because they’re so hard to share.

We arrived at Lily’s summer camp 25 minutes before pick up, so Drew hit the little park. “Let’s go get Lily,” I told him, and he got so flustered that he fell down 5 steps trying to hurry down. We miss her. I miss her, and by the time 1 o’clock comes around I’m so ready to see her that my heart starts to race. The thing is, I’ll never be the type who is comfortable leaving their kid. I just won’t, and maybe it’s not normal for some people, but it’s my normal. I count the hours, the minutes, the seconds from the time I leave her until the time I pick her up. I’d much rather keep them all to myself because they’re so hard to share.

This little chickadee had her first summer camp experience this week, and she had the best time. She took laying out the next day’s outfits pretty seriously, and looking back on the pictures…… she definitely has style :)

Lily’s been away most mornings this week at summer camp, and it’s been a little weird to be in the house without her. She fills every inch of our home with her laughter and her sweet spirit, and oh, I count the minutes until I get to go and pick her up. I miss her, and  once I finally get her back, the weight of having her gone feels so wonderful to be lifted. 
But I’ve been relishing my alone time with my baby, too. He gets to be the leader, and we do all that he wants which usually means being outside. This morning we went to the park for an hour, and he went up and down the slide a hundred times. Later we came home and I stacked blocks so he could knock them down, over and over again. He went around into every room looking for Lily, but instead, he found her My Little Ponies and had a turn with those. 
I offered him some Cheerios and he pointed to one of Lily’s yogurt drinks that she likes. I handed it to him, and he waddled away into the computer room where Lily’s school desk is, and I could hear him puling out the chair. I didn’t trust that he wouldn’t spill the drink, so I checked in on him and there he was swinging his little feet at Lily’s desk with a big smile on his face. He tried to reach his lips up to the straw but he didn’t come close to getting it, and then he looked around the room a little before spotting me.
Before long it was nap time, and then we were off to get our girl. It’s strange to think that Lily and I had 3 1/2 years alone together, and Drew and I get hardly any. And maybe that’s what made our morning together even sweeter, so I’ll keep those memories with him extra close to my heart, and I’ll make it my mission to have more moments with just him.

Lily’s been away most mornings this week at summer camp, and it’s been a little weird to be in the house without her. She fills every inch of our home with her laughter and her sweet spirit, and oh, I count the minutes until I get to go and pick her up. I miss her, and  once I finally get her back, the weight of having her gone feels so wonderful to be lifted. 

But I’ve been relishing my alone time with my baby, too. He gets to be the leader, and we do all that he wants which usually means being outside. This morning we went to the park for an hour, and he went up and down the slide a hundred times. Later we came home and I stacked blocks so he could knock them down, over and over again. He went around into every room looking for Lily, but instead, he found her My Little Ponies and had a turn with those. 

I offered him some Cheerios and he pointed to one of Lily’s yogurt drinks that she likes. I handed it to him, and he waddled away into the computer room where Lily’s school desk is, and I could hear him puling out the chair. I didn’t trust that he wouldn’t spill the drink, so I checked in on him and there he was swinging his little feet at Lily’s desk with a big smile on his face. He tried to reach his lips up to the straw but he didn’t come close to getting it, and then he looked around the room a little before spotting me.

Before long it was nap time, and then we were off to get our girl. It’s strange to think that Lily and I had 3 1/2 years alone together, and Drew and I get hardly any. And maybe that’s what made our morning together even sweeter, so I’ll keep those memories with him extra close to my heart, and I’ll make it my mission to have more moments with just him.

It’s Monday morning, and I’m wishing it was Friday all over again.

Family, food, fireworks, summer sun, and an extra day with Tim. Now that’s a holiday. 

It happens.She’s pretty proud of herself, too. I guess I’m just glad she didn’t cut her finger off with the gigantic kitchen scissors she used for the job.

It happens.

She’s pretty proud of herself, too. I guess I’m just glad she didn’t cut her finger off with the gigantic kitchen scissors she used for the job.

(photos by Lily on Father’s Day 2014- I spy Timmy in the last one)

"Momma, when I get big, I’m going to be a mommy and a ‘tographer. I’m going to be just like you. My camera’s going to be pink, though, and even it’ll have My Little Ponies on it. I’m going to have a girl baby and her name will be Apple and the boy baby will be John or maybe Bin."

"Who will you marry?"

She whispers to me, “I think I might steal Dada from you. You will be happy to marry Drew, right? And I still want to live with you and sleep with you, even when I’m getting big like you. We can have girls only time. Can you still make me dinner and give me treats?”

"Of course." 

She grins from ear to ear. Then I hand her my camera; I love the way the pretty strap Tim bought me years ago looks against the tan of her shoulders. And she snaps away, laughing hysterically at the sound of the shutter opening and closing because she thinks it’s hilarious when she takes a hundred pictures in a matter of seconds. 

He acted like such a punk at the grocery store today. Lucky for him, his insane cuteness balances things out.

He acted like such a punk at the grocery store today. Lucky for him, his insane cuteness balances things out.

They didn’t fall asleep anywhere near each other. Actually, she was up messing around on the iPad when I hopped in the tub after he fell asleep. She’d been ill with him because he kept trying to pull out her earbuds. When I got out, I looked for her because I always try to give her some extra hugs when it’s just the 2 of us, but she wasn’t where I left her which is weird because she’s the kind of kid that passes out cold wherever she is; instead, I found her next to him, their finger tips touching under the covers. That’s love, and it’s so pure and sweet that it makes my heart ache, but in a good way.

They didn’t fall asleep anywhere near each other. Actually, she was up messing around on the iPad when I hopped in the tub after he fell asleep. She’d been ill with him because he kept trying to pull out her earbuds. When I got out, I looked for her because I always try to give her some extra hugs when it’s just the 2 of us, but she wasn’t where I left her which is weird because she’s the kind of kid that passes out cold wherever she is; instead, I found her next to him, their finger tips touching under the covers. That’s love, and it’s so pure and sweet that it makes my heart ache, but in a good way.