80% Eyes

Those big eyes kill me.

Laundry Day

I love folding tiny clothes. They remind me of the tiny bodies that I love so much.

As most childrens clothing is held together by a variety of snaps, buttons, zippers and ties, the buzz of a zipper or click of a snap has become familiar to me now in a way it never was before It sounds like home and makes me think of freshly washed babies getting bundled up for bed.

Wet hair popping through the too small neck of a onesie. Three snaps to close it up - click, click, click. Clean, pudgy feet sliding into footed pjs. A quick zip up, careful not to pinch cubby thighs. Two little arms wrapped around my steady neck and a smooth forhead snuggled in my neck.

Yeah, I love laundy day.

Picasso

Part of a new series of original chalkboard art. By Owen (not me...just to clear up any confusion).

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Three Happy Months!

My Everly is three months old.  Still a baby but no longer an infant.  At least the way I see it.  Right on time for that transition too - she's developed both a set of cubby thighs AND the ability to have short conversations with me.  The feeling of looking into your baby's eyes as they squeal and sing in an attempt to communicate with you is beyond description.  That moment of  recognition and playful replication of happy noises.  It's amazing and so bonding.  

For the last few days I've smiled every time I think of Everly.   Images of her gummy smile flittered through my head while running errands and my heart swelled as I realized how grateful I am to be able to see that smile for the rest of my life.  

She is my joy.

A few things about the three month old Ever:

• She loves blowing bubbles.  Her constantly slimy chin is proof.
• She still sleeps most of the day.  She perks up a little between 4 and 8 - but still manages to take a short cat nap or two in those hours.  
• She loves to be snuggled in the evenings.  Morning naps are best in her swing but arms only after 8 please.
• You know that you've hit a special high when you get her wrinkled nose smile. It's adorable.
• Loves Owen, her dad (obviously), the cat, and pretty much every person she meets.  I love her quick smile.
• Has traces of a brownish color around her pupils.  Not sure what the final color will be - they're still grey for now.  
• Aaaannnd...she's still bald as the day she was born.

Carrying Everly

When I was pregnant with Owen we started taking these shots from twelve weeks and ended up with 26 weeks documented. 

This time around I started at 20 weeks and ended up with 13 weeks documented. (My favorite?  Week 27 with diapered Owen.)

Next time I'll be lucky to grab the camera on the way to the hospital.  Kidding.  Next time I'll get all 40 weeks.  Or maybe I'll go crazy and do a daily picture.  (not going to happen.)

I carried little Ever differently than Owen.  Girl effect?  Second baby effect?