I’ve decided to be a once a week blogger. Despite being a free spirit, my life needs a little structure every once and awhile. I love blogging…and wish I could every day…but it’s just not in the cards for this mama. Spring is fast approaching which means landscape designs are popping up like flowers…which means I’ll be glued to my drafting table. Sunday seems like a good day to unwind and blog about the past week’s happenings.
So without further adieu…
It’s March…Charley’s birth month. If I had to describe this month in one word it would be…reflective. Not a day goes by that I don’t think, “this time last year…”. I can’t believe Charley will be a year old in two weeks. I watch her do her thing…running around the house, leaving a path of destruction wherever she goes, and I think…this time last year I didn’t even know her face. All I knew was she liked to stick her butt up underneath my ribcage and camp out like that until I had to literally push her down.
And now look at her. She’s got her own little friends.
It’s so funny. When it’s just us Charley never shuts up. She’s constantly making noise…singing…talking. She’s a little chatterbox. But once new people come over she becomes this shy little bit of a thing…and I hear people describe her as ‘chill’ or ‘mellow’. I just laugh. If only you knew…
Sister still has her little diva ways. Her new thing is when she whines she makes this moaning noise that starts out low and ends up close to the level that only dogs can hear.
Andy and I try not to laugh.
We usually fail.
I’ve been on pinterest for awhile now, and I see all of these monthly baby photos and I want to kick myself for not doing them. I’ve got this one picture of Charley that my mom took when she was a week old. I’m standing in front of the window with her asleep on my chest. Every now and then when I’m nursing Charley before her nap she’ll fall asleep, and as I’m walking from our bedroom to hers I stop in the mirror and look…if only I could have this as a picture.
Well yesterday I scored…
I’ve probably looked at this 50 times since I edited it. So many different emotions. It’s beautiful…bittersweet.
My baby girl isn’t looking as much like a baby anymore…but more like a toddler. And the bigger she gets the tighter I hold her.
I’m in love.
I’m a mama.
Have a great week!