He's my kid. For sure. He had enough oreos in utero that he should be able to sniff them off from a mile away. Well, I should say, he had a lot in utero until I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes (but for the record, eating a lot of sugar does not give you gestational diabetes...just sayin). Daddy and { big boy little } were out and it was just us two. Doesn't happen often so I shelled out the oreos, let him dunk em and chatted about anything and everything he wanted to. Kinda like this kid.
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Trimming the trees today. Putting up the stockings....making it official that Christmas is on it's way. It makes me think of just how quickly this year has gone. How can it possibly be time for snow, holidays, all those things that winter brings...and the new year, just around the corner. Here's to spending the next few weeks of gratitude for what we have, where we've been this year and where we will go in the next. Oh yes, and those two stinkers. I mean, seriously. Posed shots can be quite comical with this duo. And as { big boy little } put the star on the tree { baby little } stood on the other side making sure the tree wouldn't fall.
Little helpers prepping the trees for tomorrow decorating. The truth is, if I didn't have my wonderful husband, I'm not sure what kind of decorating we would have for the holidays. He pulls everything from the attic each year, makes the trees (all 3) look perfect, and strings lights on the house. I, well, I add some ornaments and sit back and enjoy. Thanks babe. You make Christmas magical for the boys...and for me.
He's climbing the tree at my parents home...a perfect climbing tree. Before long we will be on the road, back to our own home, but not before they have enjoyed the one I grew up in.
This is Thanksgiving. Patsy (who is more like an aunt than a cousin) is the matriarch of the family...and the host of Thanksgiving. We eat more food that we can possibly fit into our bellies and if it's nice (like the last few years have been) the kids find their way outdoors, throwing pumpkins, playing ball, running...anything to wear themselves down. The girls are getting so big, as of course, are my boys. But even when there are months between seeing each other, they pick up where they left off...the girls babbying { baby little } and { big boy little } part of their pack. I hope they remember this.
We drove the 2+ hours to spend Thanksgiving with my family, as we have for years. The boys are so excited to spend a few days and Nena & Pawpaws. They stayed up much too late and even later because they had a sleep over together. Turkey day is tomorrow.
They need fresh air, epecially after school. { Baby little } woke from his nap in a bit of a mood, but nothing a little running at the soccer field couldn't fix. He started to cry at the fact that we hadn't brought a soccer ball so I convinced him we could play with a pretend to kick a ball down the field. It worked perfectly, and we may have had more fun with the pretend one than we would have a real one.
It was our first time to experience the Strongsville tree lighting ceremony, and what a celebration it was! Fireworks, Santa's entrance on a float, Elsa & Olaf, free hot cocoa, reindeer...the works. { Baby little } went absolutely giddy over the fireworks. He is always in awe and tonight was no exception. It was a bit of magic and a great way to start the holiday season. I will miss this city when we move.
I spent the afternoon at a newborn photoshoot. But not just any photoshoot....that baby girl is Rita's granddaughter...snuggled there in grandma's arms. It was special to be able to capture these moments for them...but it makes me think of what she has been to my babies. I remember the first day we met as I held but chubby little almost 5 month old in my arms, asking her questions, reluctant to give my baby over to anyone but there was a comfort with her...we talked like we'd already known each other. She has snuggled them, fed them, discipled them, played with them, watched movies, colored papers, held them when they were sick or crabby or wanting their mama. Babysitter just isn't the right title, family....yes family is more like it. And when I was working, that was all I wanted for them...another adult they could trust and love and would love them in return. Thank you for being a big part of my babies' childhoods.
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What now?It truly is a labor of love each day to search for just the right image(s)...the ones that represent our daily lives...edit them, organize them, write about them. What a wonderful experience and an amazing amount of growth this year for me. It has been a great journey but one I am not jumping into again just yet. I am going to take a breather, let the dust settle and let inspiration find me and lead me to my next project. For now, I will continue to post about our lives but only when I feel it.
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