dear oliver, the hardest part of releasing you to kindergarten is realizing that I must give you up to the less-than-perfect world that awaits you. i know you will do amazing things once you let go and allow yourself to dive in. know that you will have sad days, lonely day, and days when you…
208 weeks… 35,064 hours… 2,103,840 minutes… 4 years…in the blink of an eye. My baby is no longer a baby. Over the last year we have watched the last few baby bits fall away and in their place we have a boy…an inquisitive, skeptical, imaginative, overly cautious, shy, little boy. It is both fascinating and…
Five hundred and forty seven days…eighteen months…one and a half years… …it went so fast, yet it feels like she has been a part of us forever. I guess she is officially a toddler now and the size of an average 3 year old. She fights with Oliver at every opportunity. I’m convinced she just…
She is 15 months old today. It is a strange age. Definitely not a baby anymore, but not yet a big girl. She is in that in-between place that is entirely too fleeting. 15 things about my 15 month old daughter. 1. She still has the same 6 teeth she got at 10ish months with…
Like most things I found this little piece on a blog that I frequent. I found it this morning. Just yesterday Beth and I were emailing back and forth because today is her sweet girl’s first birthday and she was having trouble putting her feelings down on paper. I’m fairly certain Beth would agree with…
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