Lucy at 10 months

So this is my problem with blogging...I'm too detail oriented. I feel like I have to capture every significant moment, which I simply don't have time for. And then they start to pile up and the task begins to be too daunting and so then I don't do it. Half our summer was left undocumented--violin camp, our beach week with the Kirwans, various outings. And now the last 1.5 months is mostly undocumented. So I here begin AGAIN--striving to capture recent moments before the memory of them dissipates.

Recapturing Ella's birthday is a priority (and will have to wait until a quiet moment tomorrow), but first I have to show off my cherub 10-month old. She is the most darling baby there ever was. I cannot keep my lips off of her. I don't remember eating my other children as much as I do her. She is so soft and chunky, she nestles herself right into my shoulder, and she is totally more of a mama's girl than my other two were.

I think it's our blue eye connection.

In Bowcut girl fashion, she is not yet mobile. According to our pediatrician, their big heads slow them down. But she is showing interest, which is more than I can say for Ella and Sam at this age. Actually, she can move by pushing herself backwards. We left the back door open from the family room into the screened porch and she almost scooted herself right out the door. Generally, she seems to get wedged under a chair, couch or piano bench before she gets too far.

I adore pictures of Ella reading to her younger sisters.

And when I get bored at soccer practice or pushing children on the swings, I take self-portraits because who else is going to take pictures of me with my children at odd moments throughout the day?

More recaps are on the way. Hopefully before Lucy turns 1.

A Decade

I'm a sporadic blogger these days. But I couldn't let today pass without commemorating our 10th Anniversary. A whole decade we've been married. And it's passed in a flash, yet at the same time we've made a lot of history.

This is our engagement picture--taken the summer before we were married.


It's funny how you little you REALLY know someone when you get married. You think you know them, but you just don't. You really take a leap of faith. It takes some of the nitty gritty living to really know someone.

But after a decade, I think I know Brian pretty well. I'm sure he's still got one or two surprises up his sleeve, but I have to say, after all these years, I sure like him a lot. He is, without a doubt, the one for me.


We've come a long way, babe. I've loved the last 10 years. Happy Anniversary.