You can see her smile come straight from her heart. We laughed a lot during this session even though there was also a period of panic when her mom *knew* she heard a rattlesnake. I can’t wait to see where life takes her. I know there are great things in store for her and I definitely know there will be lots of laughter along the way!
These two little girls were the answers to a lot of prayers! They were apparently so excited to meet their parents that they showed up over a month early. They were so teeny tiny I could have just packed one away in my bag to take home with me. My favorite part of the session was at the end when mom and dad were sitting on the couch just loving on their sweet baby girls. And those last two photos just melt my heart. You can feel his love for all the girls in his life.
I am still holding out hope that one of these two girls end up with red hair, have to keep the population alive!
I know I wasn’t the best at posting the photos each week but I did keep the project going and I am officially finished with all 52 weeks! I am so excited to get this project made into a book to have and to pass down to my girls when they become moms. Motherhood is tough and there are days when I think back to how easy life was when we could do whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted. But, I wouldn’t trade a day of being a mom for a lifetime of “easy.”
Yes, Layla did decide that her paintbrush looked good to eat and put it in her mouth! I use a lot of stain remover at this house. And there are sometimes when a shirt just gets thrown away because I can’t get the stain out. To me, that just means my girls are having fun and playing. Your only a kid once, right?
I hate that I can’t fix her pain. When she cries all I can do is hold her and try to comfort her. When she cried (really it was more like screamed) for 45 minutes straight after her surgery, there wasn’t anything Steven or I could do for her. As a parent you are “supposed” to be able to make your child feel better. It just breaks my heart that there is nothing I can do. So I hold and kiss her and I hope and pray that she will be better soon.
3 years?? Really?? She was a preemis, 5 pounds 9 ounces. The day we took her home from the hospital it snowed! Snow in south Texas! I couldn’t believe they were letting us take her home while it was snowing, I mean is that safe?? haha! After all those years of trying to have a baby, I now look at this sweet girl and can’t believe how fast time has gone by. I am so excited to see what life has in store for her. To be there for all the wonderful things that will happen to her. But for now, I want to keep her right here, right now. She still sits in my lap and reads books. She wants us to rub her back at night. She gets excited when we play together. She willingly gives kisses and hugs without having to ask for them. And even though there is a little 3-year-old attitude that comes with the package, I am thankful everyday that I have her in my life.
This time of the year is rough. Schedules are really thrown off. There are some days when I just need a break. I love these little girls but sometimes they can be a handful! I hate the days that I feel like a crappy mom but no one is perfect every day. Tomorrow is a new day. I try to live by this quote that I heard every morning when I was a teacher at the end of the morning announcements: “Make it a great day or not, the choice is yours.”
This photo makes me smile. I can’t look at it without smiling and laughing at my girls. They are Crazy. Loud. Energetic. At the end of the day I am totally exhausted. I have no idea where all their energy comes from! There isn’t anywhere else in this world I would rather be each day then at home listening to them laugh and play. They fill my heart with joy!
*Photo by Michele Anderson of PinkleToes Photography
I love to sit and watch the girls play together. They come up with very interesting games to play and seem to talk in their own language at times. And while not every moment is happiness (honestly it is about 50% happiness 50% meltdowns lately), I know that I only get 17 more years with them at home. The terrible 2’s/3’s will pass. But the memories of them dancing to Pandora radio, jumping on their beds, ‘cooking’ in their kitchen, playing with magical wands and driving each other crazy at times, will stay with me forever.
They really do soak in everything you say and do! I love seeing her treat her babies and her sister the same way I treat her. She is right beside me at all times. Even when big sister gets in trouble, she is right there telling her “no-no!” She gives wonderful hugs and kisses and the best ones are the unexpected ones.
*Photo from our family photo session with Michele Anderson of PinkleToes Photography.
I have yet to read a parenting book. Not to say I never will but I just feel like there isn’t one right answer. We do what we feel is best for our children. I don’t think that choosing to buy baby food over making baby food makes you a lesser parent. There are so many books (and people) with opinions about what people “should” do but, who says that their opinion is right. I am a big believer of making decisions based on what you think is best for your family. No two families are alike. So yes, I let my girls jump on their beds and one day they may fall off and bump their heads. Being a parent is making decisions, living with them and learning from them.
She is a handful these days. Pushing limits. I know that one day being strong will pay off with her but these days in between are hard! The nights that she gets up 10 times before finally falling asleep are l.o.n.g nights! And just as soon as she starts getting out of the “terrible two’s” her sister will be right behind her just starting… oh the joys!
The other day I looked at Layla and realized that she is no longer a baby. Overnight she lost that baby look. We are on the go all the time. Playing. Dancing. Shopping. Creating. Learning. Life will slow down at some point so for right now, I’m enjoying the ride.
Z pretends to take photos all the time and will sit with my phone looking through all the photos of her and Layla. So I let her take photos, with a real camera. NOT my professional camera, just a point-and-shoot, I’m not that brave yet! She did pretty good. I’m in focus and my head isn’t cut off. She loves learning how to do new things with us and asks TONS (and I mean T.O.N.S!!!) of questions. Even a car ride to the grocery store can be a teachable moment.
Steven and I have been together almost half of my life…literally! I have loved him for a long time. But watching him become a daddy to our two little girls has made my heart love him even more. It’s ok that he doesn’t kiss me first when he comes home from work. It’s ok that I can’t always sit next to him on the couch. He is an amazing father. I love him!