Flashback Friday- is it spring yet?

Its been a long week. Its always been a long week, but this weeks longness has stretched out longer than the longest. Okay well maybe not as long as last week, when we were trapped inside our cave because of the ice, but- I'm tired, so right now in this moment, I'm feeling it.

I've been daydreaming lately, of spring time. Of puddle stomping after thunderstorms. Of breathing air so thick, my lungs will need a shower cap. The kind of weather where- when the clouds move in, we can step out from underneath the porch, but as soon as the sun peeks out, we have to run for cover before our skin sizzles.

Rain boots. Garage sales. Going for walks and driving with the windows down!

So I'm pulling out some pictures from one of our most memorable rainstorms. I don't remember the storm itself, just- the beauty that the storm left behind.

When we walked outside, after the storm was over, we looked straight up. And this is what we saw.


Double rainbows off in the distance. A happy girl, splashing her way through the gutter.


She ran, and she ran, and she ran.


She stopped at the end of the street, to touch the magic in the water, alongside her best friend.


And she ran, and she ran, and she ran.


And since he was still just a baby then, this was Charlies first puddle stomp. A barely there splash, more like it.


His chubby feet, soaking in the warm water and sunshine, casting a shadow over the ripples. God I loved this day.


The sun started to set, our street said goodnight to its storm.


Silhouettes were made, and memories lived.



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6 months old, Evelyn June

I can't believe that I'm sitting here about to write this. I thought about putting it off until tomorrow, because of the kinda funky mood that I'm in, but- today is the day, so.

Today my youngest baby is 6 months old.

How did the time slip past me?

It seems like just yesterday I was soaking my swollen feet in a bucket of ice water on the front porch in the heat of the summer, feeling kicks and jabs from inside- anxiously awaiting a new person to love. And now here I am, bundled in fleece from head to toe, as the temperatures drop to 9 degrees, listening to Evelyn's precious snore drift across the room from underneath her homemade blanket nest cozied in the center of her pack n' play bassinet.

Shes a still girl. If you put her down on her back, she instantly rolls over onto her tummy, lifts her head, and looks around. Shes quiet, for the most part. Shes only talkative when face to face with someone, other babies, brothers or sisters, ladies at the store with funny hats.

She has a strong smile. She smiles big, and she smiles hard. She smiles with so much force, that she squeaks. An extra bit of oomph behind her happiness.

Shes easy going- so long as shes in somebodys arms. We can usually get away with setting her down in bouncer/swing/bumbo- but only for a few minutes at a time. She much prefers to be riding on my hip, or drooling on Daddy's shoulder.

She loves her siblings, in a way that I've never known (I'm an only child). She doesn't care if they're shouting, or crying, happy as can be- just so long as they're near her. Her face lights up the moment they come within a few feet of her.

Her favorite place to be, is in the bath tub. The moment her skin touches the water, her legs start going a million trillion infinity-zillion miles per hour. She splashes with her feet so hard, that the water gets all over her face and startles her. But that doesn't stop her. She'll kick until shes wrapped warmly in her towel, and only then does she realize that bath time apparently came to an end.

She can't sleep unless she has a stuffed giraffe on her face, snuggly pressed against her binky.

She refuses solid food, she'll only take my breast.
And she does so, often.


She pulls my hair.
She has blowouts daily.
She sucks on her blankets.

Shes pretty much the greatest Evelyn that ever was.



So hard to believe that its been 6 months already.

My Evelyn.
I love you.