This was the week E learned to talk. Not words strung into sentences, not the infinite vocabulary of a big kid - or even a full-fledged toddler. But, his vocabulary probably doubled in the past week alone. He called out “baby, baby!” while pointing to the Pampers box, he asked for a “cracker” even when that cracker was in fact part of a seashell on his brother’s nightstand, grabbed a “diaper,” learned the names of my mom’s dog, “Stella,” and my step mom’s dog, “Bea” and even more. He’s so proud of his new words and it’s just incredible to watch him learn day by day. I forgot how magical one is.
Oh nothing, just researching wineries since Steve and I are going to Sonoma two weeks from tomorrow for 3 days sans babies.
Flights and car booked yesterday (and called my mom because she is THE BEST), house rented and dinner resos made today. Happy anniversary to us!
A “before” picture. Look at that sweet strand of hair over his right eye. He’d had that very hair since the day he was born. I miss that baby, and know that in no time at all I’ll miss THIS baby. The one who high-fives every member of the family for the tiniest of accomplishments (obeys when I tell him to put something down? high fives for EVERYONE!). Who says “Daddy” more often than any other word - with arms outstretched when Steve walks into a room, or when Evan comes into our bedroom and looks for Steve under the covers even if he’s already left for work, or just when he’s thinking of him. Who climbs up and down the stairs a zillion times a day yet still can’t remember to go down on his belly without strict guidance - he’d far rather walk down like the rest of us. Who dances like a maniac, twirling in circles till he falls down. He copies every little thing his big brother does, climbing onto the foot stool to faux spit into the sink after brushing his teeth and wiping his face with the towel all by himself, coloring with great zeal. I’m going to miss him just like this and today’s haircut makes it feel almost over.
A couple of boys at dinner after a long, sunny day of haircuts, bubbles and pool time. I took the day off and Evan got his first haircut. I held it together, but it was a close call. He looks adorable and Steve’s hairdresser - who now cuts all three boys’ hair - did a great job. But I already kind of regret it. I want to turn back time, and not just to this morning.