Looking through some of our blog archives, an overwhelming sense of guilt came over me. It was so easy to document every little development Charlie’s first couple of years. Then number two—whatever her name is—comes along, we act like we’ve seen it all before.
So, to make up for some absent updates, we’ll bring back an old tradition one last time. This week marks Lucy’s 18-month birthday. That’s ONE-AND-A-HALF years old! Cripes man, where has the time gone?
CALLL CEEEE PEEEE ESSSS
This kid—between the tantrums, the ear-piercing shrieks, the unbelievable stubbornness—has managed to wrap us around her little finger. She has convinced us that she’s the sweetest, most adorable little peanut in the world. This will not bode well in 14 years.
It was time, once again, for our annual trip to the sticks to prance through fields of flowers, while singing cheery melodies. It was an early bloom this year and unfortunately the weather this past week was not great for flower frolicking. Lots of wind and rain made us think twice about bothering with it at all. However, we found a day that was supposed to be pseudo-nice and headed up.
We didn’t spend a lot of time outside; the rain had stopped, but was still very windy and chilly. However, we did learn a valuable lesson: If you want your 3-yr-old to have any interest in beautiful fields of tulips…just add mud.
I know, I know. It’s been a while. Here’s a quick update:
Lucy’s 15 months old…and just now starting to walk, but only on her terms. If you ask her to walk or try to stand her up, she flops to the ground and throws a mini-tantrum.
Charlie’s officially 3-and-a-half and had a special day at school to celebrate his summer birthday. Here is my attempt at editing ten minutes of video down to something you might want to sit through. By the way, I’m officially over iMovie—if anybody has any suggestions for a cheap replacement for easy video editing, let’s hear it.
I think I mentioned this before, but it was COLD last week. I like the cold. Especially—in retrospect—now that the weather has returned to a typical moist Seattle winter. My brain has thawed, but is now soggy and my hair…it’s wind-blown.
I watched the weather forecast and waited for the last of the sunny, cold days. By Friday, there was enough gunk in the air (like Los Angeles, only with parkas) to produce some stunning evening light. I took the opportunity to gather the family on Queen Anne for a quick, frigid photoshoot.
