He’s no longer content to just stay on my back while hiking. He wants down! To explore. To touch the earth. To put all the things in his mouth. So when I spot the perfect patch of yellow wildflowers, he gets his wish.
We may have moved a couple months ago, but I’m just now getting our new address cards out! And while this may seem like an old tradition to some, I so so so so SO appreciate when friends & family send these. Because inevitably, every year come Christmas card season, I spend way too much time to trying to remember who moved or may have a new address, and it drives me bonkers! So do yourself (and me!) a favor, and if you’re moving, go check out all of @shutterfly beautiful moving announcements. #partner 📷: @nursevictoria
Just another dose of some sibling slumber. . . And while these naps are the cutest thing ever, I would really love it if just ONE of them slept through the night!
That reflection though!!! Dreaming of the day he gets to put on his first pair of skis. Maybe next winter.
Last ski of the season! No coats nor gloves needed. Tailgating necessary.
May there always be wildflowers for my children to run through, crawl through, roll in, & eat. Happy Earth Day! Now get outside!!!
For 8 months he’s been my book club date! But now that he’s knocking over wine glasses, he’ll be joining guys night instead. 📷: @nursevictoria
Season Opener. And apparently the step up to baseball from t-ball also comes with a concession stand. Little brother was pleased.
My friend @willowcrowns had a post the other day that completely stuck with me. She mentions how she wonders if she was present enough in these early years before school. It stopped me. Am I present enough? And I doing enough? Loving enough? Adventuring enough? Do I give them all my patience? Attention? Do I meet all their needs? These earliest years are fleeting. So quickly school, friends, sports fill all the hours that used to be filled by me. Her post was such a wonderful reminder to slow down. Enjoy these days that I have them with me. These are the impressionable years. And I will never ever get them back.