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| {first time.} |
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| {cuz that's how he rolls. solo.} |
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| {every.single.tummy time.} |
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| {1 month.} |
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| {6 weeks.} |
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Showing posts with label photos. Show all posts
Friday, April 25, 2014
So She'll One Day Believe That We Actually Took Pictures.
When Sybil comes to me one day whining and complaining about her lack of pictures and posts versus her brother's, I will first bring her here. And then she will possibly notice that there are still far fewer here than when her brother was a baby, and I will kindly put it all on him as I point out that all pictures reduced dramatically once he was truly mobile. And his capacity for destruction is incredible in a short amount of time, especially if he is competing for attention with a camera. So basically, we're thankful we caught these.
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
5/52
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| "A portrait of my son, once a week, every week, in 2014." |
At this point, there is no place he'd rather be, and no one he'd rather be out there with than "Tee-tee."
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After waiting over half a year plus four weeks, I have finally joined The 52 Project. Started by Jodi of Practising Simplicity, it is a community of bloggers who portrait their children once a week, every week, for a year. The idea is to capture childhood in it's every day moments, to document development in beautiful snippets.
I'm so excited to start... Better late than never!
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Tuesday, October 8, 2013
17 Months
I haven't written about Declan in forever. I think my last update was his 48 week photo. And while this was partially for you (because who truly wants to read about another person's baby that much...?) it was mostly just laziness. But this must end. Because his changes have been gradual and slow day to day, yet overall add up to leaps and bounds. It's like sand between my fingers and I just want to snatch it all back up.
So what describes that boy these days?
He leans in for hugs and smacks a big opened mouth guppy kiss right on your lips. He gives these sneak attacks to strangers and animals and mama and daddy when he's feeling happy. He's affectionate to a whole new level, a very welcome level at that. And while this affection is sweet, on the flip side are his (mostly rare) emotional tantrums when he doesn't get his way. He is just living big.
Organization flows from his fingertips as he moves my clothes from one drawer to the next then puts everything from the floor into the clean laundry basket. And he's helpful, oh so helpful. Constantly closing the refrigerator door for us and spilling milk from his bottle so he can bring a towel over to wipe it up. He shuts the dishwasher and turns the buttons on the dryer. And he could care less about the word "no." It holds only humor to him.
He loves playing in Tegan's water bowl and running away from us screaming and telling us exactly what a cat, dog, lion, or sheep say. His dance moves are on FIRE, complete with head bobbing to one side, a little sway, and sometimes a spin or two. He could live on fruit. He's constantly going, going, going- bringing us books only to leave by page two or pushing limits to climb onto the table. It's exhausting and amusing all at once.
And while I love all these amazing changes that come with growing up, I look back on his baby pictures and just want to slink back in. Just for one day to hold that soft, teeny body and soak in those early emotions. But I can't. So instead I'll focus on commemorating today, since in the not too distant future I'll surely long to come back.
So what describes that boy these days?
He leans in for hugs and smacks a big opened mouth guppy kiss right on your lips. He gives these sneak attacks to strangers and animals and mama and daddy when he's feeling happy. He's affectionate to a whole new level, a very welcome level at that. And while this affection is sweet, on the flip side are his (mostly rare) emotional tantrums when he doesn't get his way. He is just living big.
Organization flows from his fingertips as he moves my clothes from one drawer to the next then puts everything from the floor into the clean laundry basket. And he's helpful, oh so helpful. Constantly closing the refrigerator door for us and spilling milk from his bottle so he can bring a towel over to wipe it up. He shuts the dishwasher and turns the buttons on the dryer. And he could care less about the word "no." It holds only humor to him.
He loves playing in Tegan's water bowl and running away from us screaming and telling us exactly what a cat, dog, lion, or sheep say. His dance moves are on FIRE, complete with head bobbing to one side, a little sway, and sometimes a spin or two. He could live on fruit. He's constantly going, going, going- bringing us books only to leave by page two or pushing limits to climb onto the table. It's exhausting and amusing all at once.
And while I love all these amazing changes that come with growing up, I look back on his baby pictures and just want to slink back in. Just for one day to hold that soft, teeny body and soak in those early emotions. But I can't. So instead I'll focus on commemorating today, since in the not too distant future I'll surely long to come back.
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Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Friday, May 17, 2013
Kicks and Jabs
Just five short days before Declan made his appearance, we got our wherewithal together, picked up the camera, and snapped some maternity shots. While we tend to procrastinate, the end was coming and I realized that it was more important to capture the moment than to have perfect hair and makeup.
Thankfully.
This photo holds a soon-to-be mama full of hope and trepidation and excitement. Unsure about what's ahead, sad about what's behind, and trying to soak in every glorious moment with the little within. I loved that feeling. The knowing that I was important, needed, the carrier of life. The kicks and jabs as he moved around, making his all-important presence known. The tightness of my belly as it accommodated over and over again for more love. I still miss it, and this is just a beautiful reminder that it happened. Even when he is wholly his, he is still mine. And I loved him from the start.
**Make sure to check out the others shots here.**
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Monday, May 13, 2013
Don't Commit to White Onesies
Friends, I'd like to apologize on behalf of the Murrays (that's right... us), for sucking lately at weekly photos. It was one of the only things that people seemed to enjoy seeing on the regular and we totally fell off the picture taking wagon. They are now almost updated, so go back and take a looksie for old time's sake.
Self, I am apologizing to you for requiring the pics to be in a white onesie. I mean, changing a kid into a certain outfit for one little picture is just something someone who's never had a kid would think is reasonable. You'll know better next time.
And to Declan, you did exist in those missing weeks. I'm sorry for not capturing them in that basket and possibly making you wonder if we shipped you away here and there to get a little breather. I gotta tell you that I'm pretty sure if we made a graph the spottiness corresponds perfectly with your rising mobility level. Not that I'm blaming this on you or anything, but you know that saying "when the shoe fits...."?
All in all, they were fun. I'd recommend them. They let you watch your baby grow from a little glow worm to a toothy coot! But please, save yourself some sanity and go hog wild on the outfit, each and every week.
**Check out all our weekly photos on the tab above.**
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Thursday, May 9, 2013
We Crash Heads
There's a moment that's repeated daily in our house. Declan sits in his highchair, food filling his belly and eyes being rubbed for a nap. It's at this point, this exact point, that if you lean in close- just put your head down near his- he'll bend forward to collide, putting all of his weight and trust in your forehead to keep his tired soul up. Sometimes he'll roll it back and forth. Sometimes he'll giggle and try to touch noses. Recently he's rested for a bit to get the energy to bite your chin. It's sweet. It's an understood moment between the two of us.
Except for this morning, of course. The morning when I tried to get pictures.
So to be true to the moment of this day, here are three pics of what went down.
Babies. It's like they've got a mind of their own or something.
**More moments linked at Story of My Life**
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Friday, March 1, 2013
Weekly Photos - 26-40
Another week has come and gone without a weekly photo update. Add that to the other fourteen.
And then call it a day, 'cause I'm here and all too ready to share.
The last one I gave you was before Thanksgiving.
Yes, literally almost two seasons ago...
I posted a pic, packed up our things, and traveled north for six weeks, celebrating Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years before heading home. We then won the Super Bowl and bought a house.
So you know, we've been a tad bit busy.
And Declan?
Man, Declan has changed a TON. So much so that I forgot what he was like fifteen weeks ago and had to do a little refresher (here).
Blogging for the wi-ii-iiiinnnn.
40 weeks vs. 25 weeks:
Working on 6th tooth
(was working on first)
Sits up like a PRO
(was wonky but really trying)
Rolling like it ain't no thang
(figured it out in January... and honestly? he was having such problems before that I was pretty darn pleased that I could even do it. and now? ha.)
Crawling (army pull style) like a beast
(started in January)
He. Wants. EVERYTHING. Curious does not begin to describe. And much more tactile.
(was just learning paci maneuvers)
Still is fascinated by face grabs.
(was fascinated, but no more shaky hands!)
And oooOoOoh, there's more!
Started eating solids at Thanksgiving and was a pro from the get-go.
Is now rockin' on finger foods too.
Talking up a storm-- "aaabbabbababa"-ing this and that and using his arms and inflections and screams.
He even grunts as he crawls along. Very, very expressive.
No question who gave him these stellar genes. (#mamasrock)
Loves the dogs and cat. Like lights up when they enter the room loves.
And pets and grabs and pulls loves, but what baby doesn't jump on that?
Has entered the reserved around strangers phase.
A bit disappointing that smiles aren't given freely anymore, but if you get one? You earned it.
And I gotta admit it's a little gratifying to see how much he loves us.
You know, since we're there for him all. the. time.
It's been a productive four months to say the least. So proud of our little bugger. :)
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