The beauty in having this site is that it forces me to look back at the photos I snap, revisiting those captured memories, those sweet special times and see things that are past. One day…probably sooner than later….I will see these again….browsing the archives…and think wow…look how they’ve grown…I remember that…look at that hair, that face, those toes. I love thinking about the thought of thinking that. It’s beautiful. and it’s all mine.
Here’s random tidbits of our last few months….we went to an outdoor concert in Monroe…(just another reason why I love that place)…the streets are shut down and people sit in their lawn chairs and kids dance in the street. It’s one of my favorite things to do all summer. I soak it in even after people pack it up and the band leaves.
The cousins. All of them. I’m so glad they get to see each other…know each other…play and laugh and love each other. Nothing is as sweet to me as that. I wish I had that. I hope their children know each other. I hope they trade stories about my parents and play cards till four in the morning.
My favorite men….plus a Munchkin. My dad loves that hat. He gets people all the time thinking that hair is real. Don’t be fooled. It’s faker than 90% of the noses in LA. My Pappap’s hair is not. The man was blessed. His nose is also real.
This is Weston and his little girlfriend from church. She is the sweetest little thing to him. Don’t get me wrong…she’s a spitfire and sassy and smart as a whip…and she pays zero attention to some kids (like Will) but for some reason, she digs Munch. And he likes her three times as much. I foresee an issue with older women in his future
I snapped this just to remember that Weston learned how to drink and hold a sippy cup. Ground breaking news.
His paci is his little calling card now. He doesn’t take any other kind. We all think he looks funny without it. I’m probably gonna be encouraging facial hair early with this one.
Eight months old. That’s when he started walking. I thought it was a cruel joke at first. He didn’t know how to wave or clap or what “NO” meant….it made it difficult…but boy does he have joy when its happening. It’s like a very funny joke.
Will is in preschool. He’s supposed to attend four days a week for three hours each day…but really, he’s been sick so much that he’s missed about half the days. He LOVES it. I wasn’t ready at first but he’s been asking for over a year to go to school…so I gave in. Now he comes home saying “Hola Mommy!” and “Today is Thursday…tomorrow I’m a big boy!” and identifying letters and writing his name. It’s crazytown.
No picture has better described Will and his big cousin Braden. Braden is that kid…the one that loves beyond his years. He has compassion and maturity. At times, it is breathtaking. And then he reminds you that he is an 11-year-old boy by making fart jokes. And Will is not a single iota more content than when with big kids. This picture was after a weekend spent together…one where Will jumped in my parents pool without his water wings or float suit…one where Braden was the first to help him get to the edge and tell him that he was brave. Every kid in my family was a lifeguard at one point…so I knew that day would come…where Will jumped in…I didn’t know that it would be Braden who helped him. And I couldn’t be prouder of how it was handled. He’s a little hero.
Jeremy and I celebrated our six year anniversary on Sunday. We had the pumpkin painting party that day so it was really low key. The next day my friend Charity insisted that she watch our kids and we go out. She really lived up to her name that day Of course, we had no other choice. We went to Bonefish Grill (the same place where we celebrated our first anniversary) and my entrée was so spicy that I couldn’t eat it. I guess Baby Love (that’s what I’ve been calling it) doesn’t like spicy food. Spicy food out…pickles in.
The anniversary gift for six years is wood, iron, and candy. I got Jeremy a wooden card (it’s hard to describe), and we already had a ten pound bag of candy that he dug into, and I planned on picking out a new iron with him (I know I know…I’m literally literal) but then he pulled a surprise on me…a very useful surprise…
We had a scare this summer where we got news that Jeremy’s mom was taken into the hospital for a heart attack. Don’t worry. It wasn’t one…but the entire experience was really scary…and we packed up the kiddos and headed to Chattanooga that very weekend to spend time with her. Will didn’t want to take any pictures. that is…until we told him he could hold rocks.
This is all. the. time. Wrestling.
And then they rest. I think it’s hilarious when they fake rest…like laying their head down for two seconds actually helps anything.
I’m having issues with my camera and I think I need to send it in. The last time I had it cleaned and everything was at the beginning of the year but I think that the guy wasn’t the best…so now I need someone else. I know the back focus button needs help and it seems like the focus is off on every single photo….drives.me.insane….but it didn’t really happen till that last guy worked on it. Anyone know of a trustworthy place that fixes Canons reasonably?
This subject here of two brothers is not really what I wanted to point out…it’s the pollen. Check out that crazy slate floor.
Lovie battle. They constantly steal each other’s lovies. I have a feeling that I will be saying that same sentence in 15 years when the ‘lovies’ means ‘girlfriends’.
To me, the best part about parenting is getting to watch. I know that it sounds crazy because everyone gets to do that…but I get to do it all the time. I get to know why the smiles are there….why they laugh at one thing and not another…why the milestone is especially momentous. My eyes have never been such a gift to me.
Also…Weston really looks like Will here:
I’m kinda little bit jealous I don’t have a photo like this with the boys. At least it’s with their GrandBee…I would be mad if it was with a complete stranger.
This one is completely unedited…sorry about the terrible white balance…but seriously…it’s worth editing.
Also unedited…but dang. I love this. I love every single bit of this…
Weston has always been a belly sleeper. I used to wake up every two hours and flip him onto his back as a newborn. He would even throw his lovie over his face. SCARED ME TO DEATH. Or at least crazy SIDS paranoia. I hated it. Now I feel much more relaxed about it…but I now too many folks that suffered terrible loss and it is excruciating to think about.
His feet are so Jeremy to me. Something about them. In the toes…or the balls…or the heels….wait, I just named all of them, didn’t I?
Oh and Weston’s little girlfriend got baptized this summer. Her dad is our pastor and they did it outdoors in a friend’s pond. It was really special and I felt like singing Take me to the Water when we were there. Yes…I’m a little dramatic.
Some of the little ones at the baptism were ‘playing volleyball’. It was hilarious…and adorable…and yes, that little girl looks like she’s holding poop. I think it’s a squished brownie. And yes, Will was wearing a lifeguard shirt at a baptism…that was irony.
Okay…back to life. Hopefully one where I pull out my camera to capture more of it