Sometimes I look at her and wonder where my baby has gone. She’s at an age where I feel like I can so easily imagine how she might look when she’s older. I wonder if she’ll keep her curly hair.
photography
day 58 {watercolor}
day 57 {pajamas}
Every room in our house has its turn at being filled with magical light. I love Paul and Amelia’s room in the morning.
day 56 {sisters}
Amelia got to pick a prize for getting her teeth cleaned at the dentist’s office. She chose a little pedicure set with a tiny heart shaped nail file and sparkly little toe separators. She didn’t really know what any of it was but she loved that it glittered (and was pink, naturally). Edith of course just had to climb up into a chair to play with the big girl toys.
day 55 {pruning}
We have a mystery tree in our backyard. The former owners told us (or at least we thought they did) that it was a citrus tree, but after over a year and a half of living in our house it still has yet to make a single bloom. Our teeny tiny lemon, orange and apple trees have all made fruit, and yet this gigantic tree has not made any. The one thing it has made lots of is new leaves. This thing is out of control, it’s probably twice the size that it was when we moved in and starting to look like an unruly beast, so we finally gave it a trim this weekend.
day 54 {chocolatier}
There are few things I love more than a good chocolate. Bad chocolate I can do without… but good chocolate? I’m such a sucker.
day 53 {color}
I can’t believe that my baby girl is growing up. That’s what they do, right? Grow up? I just wasn’t quite prepared for how much more quickly it was all going to go the second time around. I feel like Paul and Amelia were babies for ages, and here we are – 18, almost 19 months already. Sitting at the big kids table and coloring with friends. I need a pause button.
day 52 {blooms}
We brought these home from the store when they had only a few blooms. I didn’t know what they were but I loved the intersecting lines of the branches. The longer they sat the more they’ve bloomed and to say I was mystified was an understatement. I’ve since realized that they’re forsythia, and that this is what they do – you cut them in winter and bring them inside. The warm air and a vase full of water makes them explode in a sea of yellow flowers. It’s a magic trick if you ask me.
day 51 {hugs}
There are always hugs at our dining room table. Always. Sometimes Paul hugs so much that he knocks his sister over. He has the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever met.
day 50 {rest}
Whenever the house gets a little bit crazy (and with three kids, that is every day) I know I will have my room to escape to at the end of the day. I love my room.
Permanent Riot 