365-January
I go to her room to get her in the morning, and she is fully dressed every single time. Usually in a full ensemble like this. I love everything about this.
Zoe girl, this is just the beginning—your big sister will teach you everything you need to know about being a princess
Mornings are for us. The only alone time I get to spend with my oldest while the two little ones sleep, and although we are mostly rushing to get ready for the bus, I cherish the few moments I get to hold him, talk to him. I look at him and still see my tiny smiley baby boy.
She is ‘busy’ she can be bossy and loud and stubborn, but there is nothing in the world she loves more than her baby sister—I have never seen such gentleness as when she comforts her little sister. I am so thankful that God allowed me to give them each other. As a little girl, a sister is so much better than any gift ever…I speak from experience!
This just looks like a boy getting his hair cut by his daddy, but it’s a miracle in progress. This is a boy that used to scream when I touched his hair. This is a miracle in progress.
Whatever she chooses in life, she’ll forever be my princess. She lives in a dream world of rainbows, unicorns, castles. Where it doesn’t matter if maybe you put your wings on upside-down that day
My intense baby girl. I love everything about this picture: Her too-big princess dress, her birthmark (she calls it her Mikah-dot), and the fact that the moment she put on those ears she was part of the Cats cast.
If time allowed, I could spend hours looking at her tiny toes. There is nothing in the world more perfect than baby toes—like a tiny token of a beautiful miracle
I had bone straight chemically altered hair most of my life, so Mikah’s hair (and my own) has been a daily adventure, a learning curve, and at times a battle. I love her rich beautiful curls and coils, though. Oh, I love them so.
These little legwarmers! I purchased them before Mikah was born and they were the thing I imagined her in the most. Never imagined I would get to dress up two little girls like doll babies. My winter babies!
Timeout. It's like she doesn't even care! Her wild determined spirit drives me absolutely crazy sometimes. But I love her for it--it is inquisitive and stubborn and argumentative--wait is she a tiny lawyer?
Will you be mad if I make a mess mommy? No baby girl--messes are allowed with spaghetti!
Those wings!
This looks like a picture of son and dad playing, but this is a picture of SPD--we are trying to look in his ears and his skin is so sensitive that he giggles and squirms when we touch him sometimes!
No caption--this one speaks for itself!
During floor time, she's been practicing this trick for weeks! Can you tell what it is? (hint: look how precisely she's lined up her feet)
This may be my last newborn. My heart aches with each passing day, but it also waits eagerly to see another piece of her personality blossom! I will savor moments like this as much as I can.
