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25/52

I do what I can. 

Wolf's dirt hole

Derby Girls

early mornings

studio candids

Week 47

Wolf.  My last baby.  To remember you so tenderly, your baby details.  Your roundness and soft plump babyness. I feel like this year slipped by and too many hours go by in a day that I don't hold you enough or even sometimes see you.  

Week 45

Week 43

well, better late than never I suppose. 

On Hilton Head. 

looking at fiddler crabs with Aunt Mollie

searching for more tiny wildlife

overheard - and trying to remember

Isla:   (looking at stars tonight) Okay mama, you wish on that dull star and I'll wish on that bright one because I REALLY need this wish and everyone knows the brighter ones make the wishes come true faster.  (then proceeds to do a very elaborate wishing dance/prayer thing)

Isla:  (while getting out of the van) I can't wait until I'm a grown up so I can sit up in one of these seats. (taps the drivers seat)

Stellan:  (eating) Well, I'll try the vegetables because I'm like Stegosaurus.  And he eats plants. 

Stellan: Mom! Another human came up to dad and gave us cookies! (it was our neighbor)

Wolf: not really saying much, but REALLY likes the Beastie Boys and raises his hands and yells "Party!" during Fight for your Right.

Almost - almost 8.

 

 

 

 

“when i have said my evening prayer,
and my clothes are folded on my chair,
mama and papa switch off the light,
i'll still be seven years old tonight.

but from the very break of day,
before the children rise and play,
before the darkness turns to gold,
tomorrow i'll be eight years old…
eight kisses when i wake,
eight candles on my cake.

a goodnight kiss for the seven year old
to send him to sleep and to dreaming.
and blessings to the eight year old
who'll climb out of bed in the morning.”

from the birthday book

like I said, pretty relaxed baby...

Just can't believe my little boy will be 8 years old tomorrow.  I remember everything about his pregnancy like it was yesterday.  His first year, I would say, was the happiest year of my life.  I had mothering one little baby down no problem!  The sleeplessness didn't bother me really that much.  Nursing was lovely.  Easy easy days nursing and napping and the reading! (Oh my, I got so much reading done in those first few months).

Ronan was such an easy going baby.  Nursed well, took a bottle, took a paci, walked early, talked early, sang songs, cuddled, had a head full of fluffy black hair that made him look so adorable.  The same sweet grin he flashes today, just smaller.  

I always tell people that Ronan is the best oldest child you could ever ask for.  He is mostly easy going. He is caring and kind almost all of the time with others.  He has always had this sort of innate sensitivity regarding other people.  He doesn't point out differences in people's appearances, call people names, act rudely (usually ;) ) or seek to put himself first before other people.  He helps with his younger siblings and has fun with them.  He's actually friends with his sister and loves his younger brothers and I know, as they get older, he'll be friends with them as well.  Sure, he makes mistakes, he's still such a young kid, but I'm really proud of the person he is and the older child he is becoming.

I love you sweet Ro.  You're the best.  I'll miss you being little, but I love watching you grow. 

 

 

Wolf: 12 Months

Happy Birthday dear Wolf!  You are one!  (unreal).  I will write more this week as well as this week's 52 project.  (busy weekend, much happening by ways of "life" and all that.  

We love you sweet Wolf.  Our own wild thing.  I'll eat you up...

9/52

Another week - people are finally getting healthy again, thank you!  Now just for some more sunshine please. :)

Stellan wasn't having fun backdrop portrait posing this week.  So, here's a candid.  

Anyone else out there who reads this blog doing a 52 project?  Let me see! Link up in comments!

7/52

 Ronan - has been sick since Wednesday.  :( I just feel awful for him.  

Isla and Stellan - have been in cahoots all day.  We had to do some work in the back yard to keep the yard from flooding so it's basically a dirt pile at the moment.  Of course, this makes for some great times when you're very small.  

Wolf - first pic, taken last Sunday - flying high and feeling great on a SUPER bright sunny Sunday.  Last pic? Feeling like crap on a super bright sunny Saturday.  Alas. 

Here's hoping for a healthier week next week.