The one that  you talked about from your very first day of school.

The  one that you have made plans to live beside (in AZ … with a connecting gate).

The one who has the ability to crush your day when he decides to play with Colin instead.

The one who taught  you how to make fart sounds (least favorite, Claire. LEAST favorite).

The one who has a “skinny head.”

The one that makes  you giggle non-stop.

And smile. He makes you smile.

The one who mixed your beloved slime colors into one big mass … and you didn’t care at all.

The one who lives close by. A summertime buddy, too.

The one who wanted to play with your brother’s trucks (which you still have in your bedroom just in case he comes back soon and wants to play with them again).

Your first best friend.



bebe j + 10 months


In a blink, you’re 10 months old.

2 teeth, crawling, waving bye-bye.

Trying to teach you how to say “Ma-ma,” but you repeatedly say, “Da-da. Da-da. Da-da.”

Center of attention and loved by your siblings.

Wake up 3-4 times a night, and I think, if you were taking requests, sleeping through the night would be amazing. Much needed. – And your Mom would be a changed woman.

You want to eat whatever we do. Getting you to eat baby food is harder and harder.

Won’t take a bottle or formula.

You love to go for walks on your Dad’s back or in the carrier.

Everywhere we go, people stop to comment on how ‘pretty’ you are.

10 months ago today, the world as I knew it would never be the same.

Love You Sweet Baby.



to dance … with goggles


i wish to live a life that causes my soul to dance inside my body.

(Arizona 2015)



we hit the road (well. we flew, but whatever.)


took our first family vacation as a set of 6.

plenty of sunshine + unlimited citrus + grandparents + non-stop swimming + kid activities galore + great shopping + memories, memories, memories = we’ll be doing this again!

back to the picture of the day tomorrow.


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