When I was pregnant with Gummy and all happy and rosy-cheeked, I had a brilliant idea. An idea that I thought was brilliant at the time. I had seen on many blogs, and probably on Pinterest, how moms would take these amazing monthly photos of their infants. With chalkboards, with pieces of a calendar spread …
Sunshine on your face. Air blowing through your hair and tickling your bare toes as you climb higher and higher. Swings are magical. Just watch out for weird ladies with cameras laying under the swings.
Some days I’m able to easily do an hour of yoga in the living room while she takes her morning nap. Days she decides not to take a full nap are meant for hair pulling – of all sorts. We’re having a bit of a difficult day.
I have the cutest accidental picture that I got of Little Man when he was about 10-12 months old. He’s standing at the bathtub, naked, and looking back at me smiling – anxiously awaiting his bath. It was so adorable, that I put it in a frame and it stayed in his bathroom for years. …
While capturing her monthly picture this weekend (a few weeks late), I captured the true essence of my daughter. It’s kind of scary.
This pretty much sums up mine and Gummy’s relationship lately. I must be in eyesight, but she would pretty much prefer to just wrap herself around an arm or hand. Constantly. I gave birth to a cuddly monkey, y’all. Or judging by the size of her feet, she could also be a Hobbit.
I joined Instagram in May of 2012 and was instantly addicted. Although I have on occasion over shared or posted pictures of my coffee or tasty meal, I try to post relevant pictures – things that people actually might want to look at. Of my 175 photos that I posted in 2012 – a mere drop …
My Little Man turns thirteen today. I can’t believe how much he has grown, not only this summer, but in just the last few years. Not just physically. He’s growing into a man before my very eyes. He’s my first. He’s my baby…no matter how big he gets.
Meet my 12 week old, Gummy. She has a tuft of unmanageable hair. Sometimes, when I look at her, I can’t help but think of these little guys. She’s lucky I have a thing for Munchkins.
Mike rigged Gummy’s bouncy chair so she could pull the string and make it sing “If You’re Happy And You Know It”, because doing it ourselves over and over again got really freaking old, really quick. Hey, we’re just exercising her grasping skills, ok?