Keats

climber-walker-mover-shaker. thrower, cuddler, hugger, kisser.

climbing onto -- and into -- everything!  i had to move all the  delicate items to the top shelves.  You are very much indeed a BOY and i love learning how your need for exploration and physicality is so much more intense than your sisters' were at this stage. 

and for the record:  you took a series of 7 steps this week!  congrats, lovebug!

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Satine. 

"It smells so goooood Mommy!"

we did (ahem, the hubby did) some work on the backyard garden over the weekend. satine played with some roly polys and then salvaged this neglected, harvested-too-late-from the garden little gem from the trash pile.  She picked it right up.  Of course, she would see it in it's true perfection.  

thank you satine.

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Navia

in reverie

Lately, I've been astonished at how much of a big girl you have become. One day in particular you napped on the couch. Instead of your usual rush to see me when you awoke, you simply lay there, locked into some magical world of your own creation.

And you were so beautiful then, lost in your reverie, your sense of self, your inner world, so strong and full.  You had become a new person since breakfast.

i watched you with melancholic pride, so impressed with who you've become, yet fully aware that even now, you've got your own worlds that even I do not have access too.  

i love you my little sugar plum.

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a portrait of my children once a week, every week.