Thursday, April 24, 2014

Let's Talk Wells

On April 14th, Wells turned 8 months old. For all 3 of my boys, this has been an absolute favorite age for me. They are engaging, can feed themselves, sleep well, play with toys and can't get into too much trouble yet. 
I mentioned once before that Wells is the type of baby that could make people want a baby and this is definitely still the case. He inherited his Daddy's smile and seems to bring the expression to his face with his whole being.
 It is a contagious kind of joy that he has in his heart and I pray that he never loses it.
 He finally sprouted two teeth in the last few days, but that didn't stop him from eating real food previous to getting them. He gave up the purees over a long time ago and aside from a squeeze pouch on the go, simply eats whatever we are eating. He has yet to meet a food he doesn't like and will even sort through his tray to find the ones he prefers. I can't even list all the foods he's tried because chance are, if we've had it then so has he. He also drinks a bunch (3rd child..I don't have specifics) of formula a day.
 Like his biggest brother, he has zero interest in crawling or rolling. He can't go from back to belly at all and if we put him on his belly to try and crawl, he will flip right over and just lay there.
If he is sitting and can't reach a toy, he will just fall over and play with his toes. This lack of effort in the moving department doesn't concern me at all. I am perfectly happy letting him sit still for as long as he wants (Please buddy, at least through when we go to the beach at the end of next week. I would looove it if you just sit on a blanket the whole time. Thanks in advance.).
 If he is over tired, he will have just a little bit of stranger danger and when he feels that way, Momma is the only one he wants.
 He take two naps in the morning, usually one in the car while we are on the go and one short one before the boys leave for school. Then in the afternoon he is out from 1-3 just like Bennett. He goes to bed around 6:30 and sometimes wakes up for a little snack around 5 and then goes back down until 6:30.
His two brothers are his favorite people in the world.
He wears 12-18 month clothes and easily weighs 25lbs. My sweet giant baby.
 His hair is also still out of control.

We love you so much darling boy. 
Keep growing big, healthy and strong, and don't let anyone ever take your happiness away!

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Stop and Smell the Tulips

On Tuesday mornings, B, W and I always have a date while C is at school. Some days we hang out at the book store and others we come home and make chocolate milk and play monster trucks, but this Tuesday, we tried something new. I saw someone post on facebook about the Netherland Carillon Park where there are some amazing tulips in bloom, so after we dropped off Cullen, we drove a few more miles north to check it out. 
It was absolutely worth the visit.

The park was actually right next to the Iwo Jima Memorial- one that I have driven by a thousand times but never seen up close.

After a while, B decided he wanted to take my camera and capture his own images. 
Unfortunately, I had my 50mm lens on and it is a manual focus, but I still love what he came up with (all straight off the camera, no edits).
 Budding photographer, I think.

I think it can only be cute to take pictures of random Veterans if you are 3. 

 I feel like it is so easy to get caught in a rut and not go and explore and take advantage of this awesome city we live in- so I am very grateful for this beautiful morning with my littlest boys.

Monday, April 21, 2014

Oh, The Places We Went!

Good Morning friends and Happy Spring Break is Over! 

The boys and I wrapped up our week by going to the Farm last Thursday and having two days with Marme and Papa before the rest of the crew arrived Friday night and Saturday.

Boys: Mommy can we have a cookie for breakfast?
Mommy: No.
Boys: Marme, can we have a cookie for breakfast?
Marme: Of course!

From The Farm, we took off down to Lynchburg for my youngest brother's Senior lacrosse game. 

And from there we were back in the car to Harrisonburg for the night to spend time with Kev's sister and her family.

 But wait! We aren't done- one more celebration back up in Northern VA to have dinner with Nana and Pop. 
Bennett, clearly reaping the benefits of having so many Easters.

 Annnnd then home. 

Anyone want to do laundry and go to the commissary for me today?

Thursday, April 17, 2014

The Legend of the Dogwood

When I was a little kid, we had a magnet on my fridge that said this:

In Jesus' time, the dogwood grew 
To a stately size and a lovely hue. 
'Twas strong and firm it's branches interwoven 
For the cross of Christ its timbers were chosen. 
Seeing the distress at this use of their wood 
Christ made a promise which still holds good: 
"Never again shall the dogwood grow 
Large enough to be used so. 
Slender and twisted, it shall be 
With blossoms like the cross for all to see. 
As blood stains the petals marked in brown 
The blossom's center wears a thorny crown. 
All who see it will remember Me 
Crucified on a cross from the dogwood tree. 
Cherished and protected, this tree shall be 
A reminder to all of my agony."

Every spring I would wait for the one little Dogwood in my backyard to bloom to see if it would once again prove the poem to be true. 
And now, as an adult, I am again captivated by their symbolic nature.

A reminder that beauty can come from pain, and from despair, hope.

Happy Easter to you and yours.