I love watching you dance at ballet.

And even though last week was the worst meltdown of your entire life…my entire life,

I promise I won’t throw you under the bus when we go back and everyone asks me, what happened to you last week?

I promise to stand by you.

I know your heart.

I see what you see.

God help the woman who marries my sweet baby boy.
This is what I think nearly 10 times a day, Saint.

At 9 months you are a curious little somebody, eating twigs, leaves, bananas, and watermelon ( mostly).

You are clingy like a koala bear, I often call you Monkey Man, because you refuse to be put down…unless it’s to eat.

You don’t yet crawl, occasionally you’ll scoot. Your entertained almost exclusively by your sister.

We tell you things, show you the world, but the expression on your face reads Jude is not impressed.

Last night I told Daddy how I believe you are a lightening rod of emotion. You receive energy and feelings from the people and events taking place around you. Where there is unrest in the world, there is unrest within you. Where there is joy in our home, there is joy within you. I believe this to be your most valuable gift.

You are slow and deliberate with your actions. You are peaceful and calm and beautiful and serene. You are my heart, at the root of where my best self lives.

You are God, at the root of who I believe God to be- that’s the best way I can describe you now to your future self.

There is something magical within your soul that radiates light and absorbs the energy all around you.

You’re a magical, mystical being who we love. And more than that, you’re who we need.

Happy 9 months Saint.

Easter was a success.

Even Saint got into the action wearing his first ever, little man clothes.

And of course Miss. Sunshines bow was flown in, her shoes were ordered,  her outfit was planned out-

this kid is going to think everyone in her life should adorn her with gifts, treats, and bouncy houses!

Hunting Eggs

Sunny age 3, Saint age 8 months

Where there is dancing, there is Sunny.

The boy and me.

Many of you think my Dad and Saint are twins, well here you go…proof.

Nana & Papa

If you’re friends with my parents, it’s safe to say this will be their Christmas card 2013.

One of my favorite photos, I’ll let you guess who bought Sunny her Easter dress!

The kid loves a  butterfly, especially one painted onto her arm!

Hunting Eggs

This kid loves a good party.

A little wagon ride…

Papa & Saint

Cupcakes from Auntie Cheryl

This is a kid who knows how to relax and enjoy life in the Sunshine.

Written in the sand and among the stars.

Back at home, 19 hours later.

Some of these photos are just what’s left from our long and never ending March/Winter.

I’m behind…I’d say more but those of you who read often already know that’s not news.

More naked baby shots and some brother/sister love shots.

Before we left for vacation my daughter helped me try on my dresses, pants, and swimsuits.

She’s very helpful in showing me our distant future, I’ll buy things and then she’ll steal them. Having a girl is a lot of fun.

We spent a night in a hotel on the way out of town- there should be 7 hundred more pics from that adventure- only I think they’re on Matt’s cell phone, so settle for some more naked pics of my son.

And before we knew it we were visiting Nana and Papa.

We went to a local petting zoo- which is all Sunshine talks about. Her preschool teacher asked me if my parents live on a farm…

Nope. Not even close.

Lucky for us the Easter Bunny made an appearance.

My daughter rode a horse.  Well…a mini horse, but still.

Saint is Batman, but way, way ,way, cuter.

And though the weather didn’t get up past 75 all week, we’re very lucky there’s an indoor pool.

Matt spent A LOT of time in that indoor pool.

These little people are getting so big so quick. These photos already look old compared to the way they look right now in this moment.

There’s much more. Be back soon.

MARCH 2013

Oh March..such a tease.

You silly little flirt of a month.

You’re hot then your cold, you’re yes then you’re no, you’re in then you’re out, it’s black then it’s white…

You brought us more snow, and a few first glimpses of spring. A baby who sleeps 1.5 hours in his crib every night,  a toddler who can put on all her own clothes, coats, and shoes. A spring break vacation to SC, and work on top of work on top of work.  You gave us an hour time change, that caused a spiritual change in this Mama, thank you for that.

You’re the month of transition, new beginnings, and fresh starts. We’ll see you next year.