

Rocking the foam mesh undersized trucker hat!



Being beautiful.

Aside from the labor of updating the blog with vacation photos, I need to give a shout out to my little peeps. Holy MOTHER of CUTES! 20 month-old-baby-babe-cutie-cutes are astonishing in their level of cute-itude. Every day I like to sit back and simply observe them--watch them play, run, shimmy, bounce into each other, concentrate on pushing cars, sit to read their favorite books, and my favorite--when they come in search of me. Every movement they make with their little frames and sweet faces makes me feel like I could take flight with wings of joy. I truly thank God each night for granting me a life full of SO much sweet pleasure and cuteness.
Soren is a climber and a thrower and a reader. He sees no obstacle when it comes to scaling objects. He also loves to toss balls and his latest fancy is to try and throw the soccer ball over the baby gate, which he has yet to accomplish. Soren also loves words and images and is happy to go over and over his favorite books, which include Richard Scarry's Busy Busy Town, Good Night Gorilla, and this really cute train book gifted from Uncle Bill. Lately when Soren gets up at night, which he does faithfully, he points to the guest bedroom and begs with his eyes and whimpers to read his books. It's hard to resist, seriously! Soren loves to say mama and dadda all day long.
Jamie said the other day that Soren grabbed Asher by the hand and led him around the kitchen table, to the delight of Asher. They then took turns leading one another around the house. I am sad to have missed that sweet moment.
Asher is a happy, happy little man. He wakes up with a bounce and almost doesn't stop...until it is nap time or bedtime. Asher is starting to repeat words regularly. Yesterday at dinner he picked up a piece of broccoli and exclaimed, 'flower!' I told him it was broccoli and he repeated the word perfectly. He loves to say 'cocker' for helicopter, which is his universal word for planes and helicopters. He pronounces with stunning accuracy, milk and ant. Asher can say his name and delights in calling his brother Asher. Also, when Soren is sleeping or crying Asher calls him 'baby.' Asher loves to spin in circles, shake his head, and shimmy his shoulders to show his happiness.
Asher came up to me the other and patted my back and gave me a big squeeze--it was a heart stopping gesture of affection.
As my boys grow with warp speed and I feel shaken by the swiftness of their growth, I feel hugely challenged to keep up with them. I truly feel the pressure each day of my responsibility to love, teach, nurture, and protect them. Adding to that pressure is that guilt I can never seem to kick. Lately A&S have been getting up super early so they are awake when I leave for work, which results in a lot of tears, looks of betrayal, and heavy boots as I leave them behind. It really is one of the worst feelings I have ever known to leave my crying babies at home and to want nothing more than to be at home with them.