Currently life with my two babies is full of love, chaos, laughter, joy, meltdowns, and endless kisses.
Lillie Sol is a few days shy of 19 months and I can’t wrap my head around the fact that she is closer to two then one. She keeps us on our toes with her adventurous spirit and fearless attitude. She has been sporting four little teeth for what seems like forever and she finally has two more coming in (at the same time..fun!). Her lack of teeth does NOT stop her from eating everything in sight. Our adorable bottomless pit! Not much has changed in her attachment to mama but she is seriously holding her own in the playground and loves to run and kick it with the big kids. The slide is her favorite and it’s pretty adorable to watch her amuse herself by going up and down over and over and over. She is repeating everything and picks up new words daily. A few gems are ank you (thank you), peaseeee (please), all done, a bite, and were still loving happy birthday.
Lucas is half way through kindergarten and OMG my little baby. First grade in the Fall! On our recent trip to Florida I got to have a few solo dates with my boy and it was truly the best. We visited a park called Weekie Wachie and he flipped out over the mermaids. He kept asking me how they breathe underwater and to see him so smitten and believing they were real was heartwarming. He still loves Ninja Turtles but his current true love is Pokemon which he is constantly schooling me in. I adore our conversations and his endless questions about animals, how things work, and life in general (yes I have in-deth life conversations with my five year old). He is compassionate and sensitive with a fiery soul and is deeply in touch with his feelings.
Real life you guys. Most nights I can’t wait for bedtime and peace and quiet but I am so thankful I get to do life with these beautiful, amazing babes.
We are in such a fun, spirited stage right now. Lillie Sol is almost 17 months and she’s a fire cracker. She attempts to repeat everything we say (she’s actually quite good!), she runs and holds her own with her brother, and we can see her personality blossoming with each passing day. She’s started randomly singing “happy birthday” and it’s prettyyyyyy cute.
Motherhood is a funny thing. Even though I am absolutely loving this stage, I find myself trying to remember her little newborn feet and that fresh out the oven smell. I feel like her newborn stage passed so much quicker than with Lucas and I’m sometimes left with a deep pang in my chest as if I somehow missed out on certain moments due to the craziness of adjusting to life with two. She was born a month before Lucas started pre-k and I didn’t have the same luxury of staying in bed all day and tending to one little persons needs. We were quickly thrown into a routine that consisted of interrupted naps, school pick up and functions, play dates, and birthday parties. I truly believe that the craziness of our first year didn’t effect Lillie at all but that “mom guilt” seems to always pop up from time to time.
So I’m rambling a bit here but I’m so thankful for our little lady and the spirit she has brought into our home. I’m so excited to do life with you my sweet baby girl. Thank you for your grace, your smile, and those slobbery kisses that make me feel like I’m doing something right.
“The little things? The little moments? They aren’t little.” – John Kabat-Zinn
I love my tribe. I love that man. I love those babies. Sometimes I find myself fully immersed in a “pinch me” moment – my mind will wander and I just think to myself how damn lucky I am. We are still in the thick of a four day weekend home together and it’s been nothing short of lazy, family filled, and incredible.
What a beautiful afternoon spent celebrating our Sol. I remember Lucas’s baptism like it was yesterday – the memories, our friends and family – truly amazing. Both Lillie and Lucas were both baptized in Ivan’s childhood church (his mother still attends mass there). We chose Ivan’s sister and one of our dear friends to be the godparents. Two of the most incredible people we know and that are sure to be an inspiration and role model to Lillie as she grows. I just adore these photos and I hope Sol will look back on these when she’s older and feel the love from this very special day.
You have to find that place that brings out the human in you. The soul in you. The love in you. – r.m. drake
A few shots of my loves that I snapped on a Sunday morning. There is nothing extraordinary happening. Nothing posed or staged. This is what a typical morning looks like in our home on any given weekend and on this particular Sunday I had the urge to pick up my camera and take these photos. Just to remember. Remember when our queen size bed was packed with little legs and arms, drool, squealing, giggles, and so much love. Te amo. Te amo. Te amo.
A month ago we had a family shoot with the very talented Danila Mednikov. When Danila first reached out and I browsed his work I fell in love immediately. Whimsical and magical were the first thoughts that came to my mind. I couldn’t wait to have him come to our home and capture us in our day to day routine.
After spending a few hours at home, we headed out to our favorite park and strolled around the city. The weather was perfect, the kids were angels, it couldn’t have gone better. I love how these images capture my tribe. The people I love most in the world in our very favorite place in the world. This is such a surreal, magical, sleep-deprived, wildly wonderful time in our lives and I always want to remember this time in our lives.
My sweetest love is 30 today. We have shared a million kisses, countless birthdays and anniversaries, wishes, dreams, hopes, the birth of the greatest gift on Earth..
Ivan, after 13 years you are still my dream boat. The man I want to spend every waking moment with. I love you. Happy 30th mi amor! Cheers to more babies, more living, more laughs and 100 more birthdays together. You are my magic.
Saturday evening the parentals got dolled up for a wedding. What did this entail you might be wondering? A shower that lasted a whopping 30 minutes. No quickie 2 minute shower while simultaneously washing the pits and brushing my teeth (moms are expert multi-taskers). Nope. Not Saturday. I took the time to shave (what what!), shampoo and condition my hair, and get this – exfoliate. I felt like a new woman. Ready to hit the town with my man feeling like quite the handsome couple! It felt awesome to see my guy all decked out in his tux, feeling those butterflies, and thinking “damn!”. We danced the night away, had fun in the photo booth – mama and papa perfection (except for a flat tire on the way home. but it only made the night more interesting, to say the least. Ps this dress? I’m a clothes hoarder. I purchased this dress in a sample sale five years ago and Saturday it made it’s very first appearance. I think she did me good. A little black dress will always save the night, don’t ya think?
I came across this post on the Stone Fox Bride blog. I’ve read a lot of articles/posts on love but this one in particular struck a cord. It’s raw. It’s real. It’s everything I believe love is. Gritty, everlasting, beautiful. My relationship is far from perfect. We’ve had monumental ups and downs and I don’t like to pretend our love story was a fairy tale. But you know what. We love each other. The kind of love that builds with time, that consumes you, that can leave you gasping for air. This beautiful, imperfectly perfect person is mine. My life partner, my baby daddy, my ‘fits like a glove’ spooning expert, my soul mate.
If you like them a lot, kiss them.
Tell a dumb fart joke.
Laugh loud like a dork.
Let them pluck your faith, like a plum, from the dark part of your heart.
Trust that they won’t hurt you.
Wear a white dress. Say I do then be done.
Make a home. Make a fire.
Climb in the warm salt bath, brush your teeth side-by-side.
Cup their palms and place your past in them, your scares, your scars, your fears, like birds in a nest, young and warm.
Say: my fault.
Give birth while they watch.
Say thank you twice a day.
You can read the full post here. Now go give someone you love a big kiss. Only if you really like them of course.
When I met Ivan 10 years ago, we were just kids. High school buddies turned life long partners. He had wild curly hair, was thin as a bean pole, sported holes in his shirts with pride, and wore braces. I fell in love. Hard. I always knew he would be the father of my children. Every vision of a family I had included him. But nothing, and I mean nothing, can prepare you for the day the man of your dreams becomes a father.
When Lucas was born I fell in love all over again. This time through the eyes of my son. I am secretly proud that Lucas is a mamas boy, but it feel just as amazing knowing that he has a daddy that loves him to the moon and back. Ivan is an expert diaper changer, boo-boo kisser, and champion snuggler. He knows just where all the best tickle spots are, gives endless kisses a day, and knows the perfect songs to sing at bath time. They spend quality guy time together watching sports (hello NBA playoffs!), wrestling, hanging on the couch in undies and diapers, and playing video games.
Lucas is a lucky boy to have such an incredible papa and I am a blessed mama that gets to spend my life with these handsome boys.