A portrait of my daughters every week in 2017

I worked a lot this last week, didn’t see these girls much and picked up my camera even less.  

Big: Said today that I yell at her too much.  <insert broken heart emoji here>

Little: Had her first splash pad experience today.  Was a little unsure at first but ended up loving it once her sister was running back and forth. 



A portrait of my daughters every week in 2017

Big: Has started to plan her baby sisters first birthday party.  She says it’s going to be a Wonder Woman party and we have to dress the baby up like Wonder Woman.  She herself will either be Bumblebee or Wonder Woman as well, she hasn’t decided yet. 

Little: Is somehow already 10 months old.  I’m sort of in denial about it and still shoving her into size 6 month clothing.  It may have something to do with the fact that she’s a mini babe and basically still the size of most six month olds. 


A portrait of my daughters every week in 2017

Apparently I’m into black and white diptychs right now. 

Big: I’m realizing more and more recently what an easy child this girl is.  She had a rough patch there for a minute but it seems to have passed and she’s just awesome.  She’s genuinely fun to spend time with and pretty much my best friend. 

Little: Seems to have grown up a lot over the past week or so.  She’s mobile and still puts EVERY single thing she encounters in her mouth so she’s highly dangerous, but she’s also teetering on the edge of that whole toddler thing.  Which makes my chest feel tight because it’s gone so very fast and she’s my last baby.  


A portrait of my daughters every week in 2017

A diptych of sorts 

Big:  I’ve been trying very hard to balance my time better so as to devote more of it to her.  She clearly needs and thrives on the one on one time with both my husband and I.  I’m trying to incorporate something special every day, even if it’s just when the baby is sleeping. 

Little:  Is getting four teeth at once.  Four.  At once.  Yesterday she didn’t have her front top teeth.  By bedtime she did.  The poor girl is clearly feeling the pain. 

Baby moccs

This kid has crazy baby feet. She kicks them so hard when she’s sitting up that she’s had scrapes on her heels. It’s a miracle there aren’t bruises on those little heels. We’ve loved Freshly Picked moccasins since the first pair we got a few years back. Our big kid lived in them for years. She’s a shoe queen and they were, by far her favorites.  

Now that this little muffin is getting older it’s starting to seem necessary to have shoes on those little feet. Literally she’s so wild they would be covered in scrapes if she wasn’t wearing shoes outside. And she’s not even really crawling or walking yet. She gets every single other type of shoe off. Every one. Nothing stays on. She kicks and wiggles sooooo much that EVERY shoe goes flying off. Except these.  

Are FP moccs pricey? Well, yes. But there is probably not another product I can think of that is so worth the money. The first pair we got lasted at least 18 months. And they’re still in good enough shape that the baby will get to wear them eventually. These shoes are phenomenal. And the soft soles are great for little feet learning to walk.  

Have you tried FP moccs? If not here’s your chance to win. I’m giving away a pair on Instagram this week so head on over for your chance to win. 


A portrait of my daughters every week in 2017

Big:  Wants to be near, in or around water as soon as it’s remotely warm enough to do so.  

Little:  Is a constant danger to herself.  Seriously this kid tries to find anything and everything she shouldn’t eat and then attempts to eat it.  At the beach that equals handfuls of sand. 

Also I can’t believe it’s already halfway through 2017.  These kids both have birthdays coming up in a few short months and it’s intimidating how quickly the time is passing.  It’s so hard and chaotic sometimes when they’re little like this but I already miss the times when they were smaller so I just want to hold on to these moments as long as I can.  It’s the curse of parenthood, desperately wanting to get to the next phase and then missing the last once you’re past it. 


A portrait of my daughters every week in 2017

Big:  Has been dealing better with the teenage attitude she developed over the past few months.  It’s involving a whole lot of effort on our part, and lots of discussions around how to deal with big feelings, but I’m crossing my fingers that we are on the upswing here.

Little:  Always chewing on everything.  So much so that she basically lives in the carrier to keep her from accidentally ingesting something deadly. On the list of things I love about her, is the way she violently flings her body to the side and rolls over once she’s finally ready to go to sleep.  It’s so appropriately dramatic for her wonderful little personality. 


A portrait of my daughters every week in 2017

Big: Is clearly missing the rhythm and routine of school.  She did get to spend pretty much the entire day with her neighborhood bff for the past three days, but I think it’s the routine, gentle guidance and predictably that she misses.  Waldorf school was very grounding for her and I worry that she may night get that need met without it. 

Little: Still hasnt mastered crawling but has found mobility via backwards scooting and rolling.  She’s also proving to be highly dangerous to herself, as EVERY single thing she comes across goes into her mouth.  Much of our day today was spent making the house baby safe. 


A portrait of my daughters every week in 2017

Big:  Got to wear a Holter monitor again which brought up some self conscious feelings for her that made me feel loads of heartbreak and sadness for my future girl.  

Little:  Has gotten to that stage in babyhood where she acts like a derenged lunatic at bedtime.  It’s also apparently the best (and only) time for her to work on mastering crawling.  I sort of forgot about this stage until putting her to sleep started to resemble wrestling a baby alligator. 


A portrait of my daughters every week in 2017

Big: This sweet, wonderful, kind girl of mine has discovered that I am no longer the funnest person in life, as I’m constantly caring for a baby and rarely have time to play the way we once did.  She’s acting out and it’s clear I need to take my time before reacting with her, and be patient and kind, but also firm while she learns to test boundaries and limits.  

Little: Went in the kiddie pool for the first time today and appeared to love it.  She also eats more grass than any baby probably should.  Especially one who has dogs.