A week behind. I'm trying to play catch-up as this post was supposed to hit on Saturday, but the stomach bug has hit our family HARD. Me most recently and nothing is going "according to plan". Alas.
So, here's a fresh one from the Sunday before last. Kids having fun at DeLeon Springs. Before Ronan puked.
no Wolf this week.
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.
A portrait of my children each week.
Ronan: Looks forward to coming home for some iPad time after school to play his new favorite game, Terraria.
Isla: Attended her first formal dance with her father, the Sweetheart Ball. She loved the dressing up, getting fancy hair and all the attention. Only two more days in that cast!!!! YAY!
Stellan: Wild thing wouldn't let me get a good pic of him. But man o man, do I love his Max costume.
Wolf: Oh, you know, just innocently tearing through every and all cabinet, basket, drawer, bin, what have you that he gan get his hands into. :)
Until next week...
A portrait of my children every week for 52 weeks.
Ronan: working on letting me take real photos of him. His freckles, oh my.
Isla: letting me play with some fun lighting.
Stellan: still a baby <3
Wolf: eater of ALL of the blueberries
Can't believe another week has flown by so quickly. How is it February tomorrow? Wasn't it just Christmas? In six weeks it'll be my birthday, quickly followed by the littlest boy's birthdays in quick succession. Whoa. Time to party plan Wolf's wild ONE!!!! I'm desperately soaking up every last second of my last baby. He's trying to stand, and soon he'll be walking, probably by his birthday. *sniffle sniff. So fast. So fast.
A portrait a week of my children
Stellan: He looks a bit sad in this swing, but he was having a fun time playing just moments before with his dinos.
Isla: Still game for dressing up whenever she can and always thinking of ways to get into my make up. Clearly the arm in the cast only ups her game.
Ronan: Really wanting to be in Wolf's photo without letting me take one of him just on his own. Sigh * seven.
Wolf: Was not enjoying my Mohawk. Now that he's crawling, he does not want to stand still for anything!
Well, I want to try. I'm quite keen on these things. Watching other people's children grow and change throughout one year has been really interesting see. I'd love to create a book at the end of the year of all of the photos I put in this series. How lovely would that be? I've actually been taking photos quite regularly, but nothing to get too excited about. So, I'll catch up in this post... then, ideally, I hope to update with a 52 photo every weekend at the end of each week. Who will be in these photos? Well, ideally I'll have a picture of each kiddo, but hey, more than one in a frame counts, and really I'll take whoever I can get. At least one child each week. Ideally all four, but, you know. I'll do the best I can. If you're doing a 52 project let me know? Maybe we can inspire each other to keep it through to the end of the year?
And, just for some quick recap of the last few weeks...
Isla broke her left arm. Mending it required pins and five+ weeks in a full arm cast. That sucked. A lot. But happily (?) surprisingly (?) she's totally unfazed and continues to play hard. Can't keep a good 5 year old down, I suppose.
Stellan's vocabulary has exploded. He knows all of the things. All the colors. All the animals. All the sounds. All the nuances. It's pretty much blown my mind. He even knows the names of dinosaurs. Crazy I tell you. I'm glad I wasn't worried because he wasn't talking as early as his siblings, because yeah, he's just fine. Oh, did I mention he's beginning to speak in Spanish to our nanny? Yeah, that too. He knows Spanish. I don't know Spanish. That's crazy. And his voice is super cute. Almost three is peak cuteness. So so cute.
Ronan is a Minecraft master. Loves school. Might have a couple girl crushes. (I approve of them all) And is pretty much just becoming a big kid. How? Yeah, it's madness.
Wolf is crawling now and cruising like a boss in his hula walker thing that we unearthed from the attic that used to belong to Ronan. He mastered that in a few quick beats and is tooling all over the downstairs of our house. He's thoroughly enjoying his power.
I hope your New Years has been off to a wonderful start.
While 2014 was not epically hard in really any particular way, I am not sad to see it go and say hello to 2015. The New Year always inspires me. I can start again! I make goals! (Not really into resolutions) Things are going to be BETTER this year! LOL Perhaps I place some unrealistic expectations on the flip of a calendar page, but whatever, at 37, I probably won't be changing my thoughts about this too soon.
Anyway, to briefly recap, Christmas was nice. Seeing it through the eyes of your children always brings back the magic of the holidays. While I felt like it blasted past faster than you can say Rudolf, it was full of family and fun.
With four little ones, we've been busy. Really busy. In fact, carving out time to blog has seemed SO low on the list of things I need to prioritize that it's ridiculous, but I did make it one of my um, goals, for the new year- somewhat more regular post updates.
The kids start back to school on Monday (oh yeah, I never really posted about why we stopped homeschooling) but needless to say, they are actually excited to be getting back to their (wonderful amazing) school, and I am looking forward to finishing the last two episodes of Serial (remember that time thing?) so nobody spoil it for me!!! I want to see if my theories of how it ends are correct!
And as far as all that goes, we are all doing okay here. There's been a little flu, a little (okay a lot) of congestion, lots of drizzly weather and a really wonderful sense of friendship with the people with whom we spend our days. Things are good. I'm looking forward to making them better and better.
With that, here's a few photos.
Stellan is my challenging, frustrating, passionate, impulsive, strong, brave, funny, sweet, tender, loving little two year old. He loves so hard. I've had two dreams now where I've been seperated from him, once by fire and once by a snake and I was (desperately, frantically) trying to figure out how to get to him. It doesn't take a psychologist to figure those dreams out.
I know that love will win. I know that that isn't just enough, too. Parenting is hard. I wouldn't wish to ever go back to life before kids, but still, it's hard. Until then, we weather the storms knowing we're going to get wet. But we also know that the storms will pass. I will love you just as hard, Stelly, until we both become soft.