Pretty sure this is like 10th time Harlow has worn this sweet dress, and the only time I was able to actually capture a photo. It’s funny how that works, as soon as you have a plan it’s like the kids can hear you thinking it and then they decide to do something totally different. It’s almost like they are teaching me a lesson (Arrested Development style) “And that’s why you don’t make a plan”. But really it’s cool, I understand. Which is why we like to just (try) to go with the flow and as for pictures, we are picture obsessed (even before and without the blog) so there is usually someone snapping pics. Therefore am bound to get some shots eventually, even 10 tries (probably a little exaggerated for effect) later .
We sorta half planned to hit up the Jazz festival in The Beaches, but once we got down to the water we sorta just sat back and didn’t move. It was a little windy so the waves were loud and a little on he big side (for a lake) – which adds that exxxxtra relaxing touch, listening to the waves roll in and out. We were sleepy and dragging our feet to begin the day, once we sat our butts down it was over and there was no moving. The only thing missing on our laid back lazy Sunday were our Pajamas, though they just wouldn’t have really fit in with the speedos walking around anyways. Happy Monday everyone, hope it’s a bit more laid back (insert sound lyrics here…and if you know what I’m talking about you win a high five!) then usual!
It’s a good thing they are so darn cute, especially on days like today when their attitudes are not so cute. Ah, but look at those faces it almost makes you forget alll about the terrible twos, threes, fours, fives and sixes – right?
TO READ IN BED: image via Middle Child Complex
Typically I only catch a few pages of my current read before I hit the pillow for the night, and maybe a few chapters while sitting out on my deck during warm summer evenings (all two months of them). I’m hoping to change that this year. There are few things greater than curling up in a comfy, cozy bed surrounded by fluffy pillows and warm blankets and diving into a great book – I need – and WANT – to make more time for this! Ideally, I’d like to read a book a month but I’ll settle for the half dozen or so titles stashed in my bedside table. I might have to set aside one day a week to make a delicious cup of tea (Chocolate Rocket from David’s Tea or a creamy cuppa chai), put on my comfiest clothes, climb into bed super early and get lost in great book.
Rebecca is the tell it like it is wordsmith over at Manic Mama. Honest story telling, mixed with a touch of sarcasm, sprinkled with cute photos of her boys is the name of her game, check her out.
HAT:Crewcuts – COAT:The Gap – SHIRT: C/O Osh Kosh – PANTS:The Gap – BOOTS:The Gap
We spend so much time teaching them and showing them how to do things (basically their whole lives), so eventually they can grow up to be self sufficient perfect little humans. Watching them learn, the proud moments when they finally figure something out - and all the cheers and the claps and the kisses that come with it. And when they walk around with a puffed up chest and pulled back shoulders because they are so proud of themselves – oh the warm and fuzzies. And then one day you notice they can do pretty much everything on their own – you sit back and watch them zip, button, push and pull. You think to yourself, how the whole “”independent perfect little human thing came way earlier then anyone said – and that you kinda just want your baby back but also you really want to keep him just as he is now, while still watching him grow and learn even more. Makes logical sense in Mom and Dad language, right?
Over the weekend I was looking through old photos from when Harlow first came into our lives, the overwhelming bitter-sweetness was almost too much. Why does time have to move so quickly as soon as we have kids? I need to do my best to soak every single moment up, to capture moments I never want to forget before they fly by and get much better at ignoring everything expect for them when I am with them.
NOTE: these are all iphone photos, my in pocket memory catcher.
Those little things they do for comfort – the little rituals they develop to relax themselves or bring themselves closer to snooze town. The sweet little comfort rituals my little ones do, unique to each kiddo – have become MY own relaxing, sources of comfort. Twirling of my wedding ring, wrapping their arm in mine, holding a lovie like it’s apart of them – the special things that make them feel truly at home. Their little comforts fill my heart and calm me right down, they are now added to my list of things that let me know I am home too.