And now I would like to talk about my kids and why I love them so.
I love my kids in the human flesh but I also really REALLY LOVE them in photographs because they are sitting still and not making messes or bickering or talking back. I kid. In all honesty I feel like so often I have been blessed with photographs that perfectly capture them and all the little things that make my heart flick and flitter when I look at them. I have four huge collage prints hanging in my office of the girls (before Jonah was born.) My brother took our passport photos several years ago and while doing so, took the opportunity to stand them on the piano bench in great light and told them to just make faces. They are my favorite prints ever. I think he captured the majority of faces and expressions they make and I love looking at them. (I know this is a terrible picture, but you get the gist.)
While in Utah this summer I took advantage of the sweet setup down the hill from my sister's at Fotofly. They have you in and out in 45 minutes, with all your pictures an hour later. They did a fantastic job and my kids cooperated nicely.
Just look at them all together - it never ceases to amaze me that I can just go about my life thinking nothing of it until I see a picture of all of them and then realize that I have A LOT of KIDS! So then I have to remind myself, "just wait a couple of months, six might just blow your mind!"
But my heart swells. It really does. Today I watched three of the girls walk into piano and it made me smile. I couldn't help it. And I was grateful for that moment.
Jonah Pants. Jones. Bubba. J Man.
Oh my goodness, this boy, this boy, this boy. There is something distinctively different between saying I have a boy, and calling him my son. It still feels strange to say "my son". He has been an utter delight. That hair that I absolutely fell in love with the very moment he was born and his little huge personality...he fits right in. I truly enjoyed his newborn days, his infant months and his toddler years. Three has suddenly become a bit more of a "challenge" in the last couple of weeks. I don't know if it's just his time to be crazy or has something to do with the impending birth of baby brother. For the first couple of months, every time we talked about baby he would wave his hands and yell "stop talking!" Now he hugs and kisses and loves Baby Brother. He talks to him and about him and even makes adorable noises when he sees a tiny baby outfit. But yesterday in the car we were talking about where Baby Brother was going to sit. I suggested, right by Jonah but he said "no, he will miss his Momma" to which I replied, "But Jonah, I am his Momma." That, did NOT go over well. Apparently he wasn't connecting all the dots of this new baby thing just yet. He is the only Momma's boy out of the group. Every one of my girls is a Daddy's girl, which means this transition with Baby Brother could get sticky.
Hazel Bazel. Bazey. Z. Baby Girl.
A joy. A light. A delight. I love getting notes home from school that say simply "I love this girl" from her teacher. The feeling is mutual. She is sweet and happy and is overcoming some very difficult separation anxieties that she has had the last couple of years. She is doing piano and horseback riding. The horseback riding has had an amazing affect on this girl. She sits on top of that enormous beast with poise and confidence and I adore it. She is brave and smart and still the sweetest little thing with freckles ever.
Haley Bug. Bug. La La.
I am still shocked sometimes to see this lanky thing walk into the room. She really, truly passed me up in height this summer. She is beautiful and smart and kind. Maturity is still coming along :) but this 14 year old is going to be something amazing. She still has the same force and resilience to try new things that she has always had and I admire her for it. She has talents that haven't even been discovered but I love that she loves music - when I was pregnant with her I wasn't able to sit through the organ playing in church because she would go nuts. She is always listening to music and her talent on the piano continues to blossom and bless us. I love hearing her play. She is still loving dance and that makes me happy too. As a freshman in high school this year she has made some tough decisions but she does the right thing and I admire her for it - including getting herself up for early morning seminary. She loves it. I love her.
Abigail. Babs. Babby Boo. Abba labba ding dong.
Those dimples. We saw those dimples the day she was born. I love her dimples, her squinty eyes and even the scar she sports along her right cheek (remember the molten starburst incident of 2012?) Abby's personality has always been easy going - she typically doesn't make waves. She is silly and sassy and playful. She gets grounded from reading because it's all she does! She does went out for the school play and made it so we are excited to see her get involved in something new and fun. She and Mia have been best buds for the last several months. She blends well with everyone and is funny and likeable by all.
Mia. Mims. Mimi. Mam.
Mia is growing up so fast. She has a maturity and calmness to her that is unique. She also has found a love for reading this year. I can't keep her supplied with books as fast as she goes through them. She loves school too. This year all four girls are in different schools but they are blossoming in such an interesting way "on their own". Mia is sweet and helpful and is quick to say "ok, maybe next time" when the answer is no. She loves to cuddle and be close but is finding her independence as well. She's another smarty pants that impresses us with her schoolwork and has a talent for being a good friend. Her hair, my goodness her hair. I should harvest and sell it. She has more than enough for everyone and i love it. She is our dark haired, dark skinned sheep of the family. She also is loving the piano and making strides in that talent.
And this next one: What will he be like? Only time will tell.
I love my kids in the human flesh but I also really REALLY LOVE them in photographs because they are sitting still and not making messes or bickering or talking back. I kid. In all honesty I feel like so often I have been blessed with photographs that perfectly capture them and all the little things that make my heart flick and flitter when I look at them. I have four huge collage prints hanging in my office of the girls (before Jonah was born.) My brother took our passport photos several years ago and while doing so, took the opportunity to stand them on the piano bench in great light and told them to just make faces. They are my favorite prints ever. I think he captured the majority of faces and expressions they make and I love looking at them. (I know this is a terrible picture, but you get the gist.)
Just look at them all together - it never ceases to amaze me that I can just go about my life thinking nothing of it until I see a picture of all of them and then realize that I have A LOT of KIDS! So then I have to remind myself, "just wait a couple of months, six might just blow your mind!"
But my heart swells. It really does. Today I watched three of the girls walk into piano and it made me smile. I couldn't help it. And I was grateful for that moment.
Oh my goodness, this boy, this boy, this boy. There is something distinctively different between saying I have a boy, and calling him my son. It still feels strange to say "my son". He has been an utter delight. That hair that I absolutely fell in love with the very moment he was born and his little huge personality...he fits right in. I truly enjoyed his newborn days, his infant months and his toddler years. Three has suddenly become a bit more of a "challenge" in the last couple of weeks. I don't know if it's just his time to be crazy or has something to do with the impending birth of baby brother. For the first couple of months, every time we talked about baby he would wave his hands and yell "stop talking!" Now he hugs and kisses and loves Baby Brother. He talks to him and about him and even makes adorable noises when he sees a tiny baby outfit. But yesterday in the car we were talking about where Baby Brother was going to sit. I suggested, right by Jonah but he said "no, he will miss his Momma" to which I replied, "But Jonah, I am his Momma." That, did NOT go over well. Apparently he wasn't connecting all the dots of this new baby thing just yet. He is the only Momma's boy out of the group. Every one of my girls is a Daddy's girl, which means this transition with Baby Brother could get sticky.
Hazel Bazel. Bazey. Z. Baby Girl.
A joy. A light. A delight. I love getting notes home from school that say simply "I love this girl" from her teacher. The feeling is mutual. She is sweet and happy and is overcoming some very difficult separation anxieties that she has had the last couple of years. She is doing piano and horseback riding. The horseback riding has had an amazing affect on this girl. She sits on top of that enormous beast with poise and confidence and I adore it. She is brave and smart and still the sweetest little thing with freckles ever.
Haley Bug. Bug. La La.
I am still shocked sometimes to see this lanky thing walk into the room. She really, truly passed me up in height this summer. She is beautiful and smart and kind. Maturity is still coming along :) but this 14 year old is going to be something amazing. She still has the same force and resilience to try new things that she has always had and I admire her for it. She has talents that haven't even been discovered but I love that she loves music - when I was pregnant with her I wasn't able to sit through the organ playing in church because she would go nuts. She is always listening to music and her talent on the piano continues to blossom and bless us. I love hearing her play. She is still loving dance and that makes me happy too. As a freshman in high school this year she has made some tough decisions but she does the right thing and I admire her for it - including getting herself up for early morning seminary. She loves it. I love her.
Abigail. Babs. Babby Boo. Abba labba ding dong.
Those dimples. We saw those dimples the day she was born. I love her dimples, her squinty eyes and even the scar she sports along her right cheek (remember the molten starburst incident of 2012?) Abby's personality has always been easy going - she typically doesn't make waves. She is silly and sassy and playful. She gets grounded from reading because it's all she does! She does went out for the school play and made it so we are excited to see her get involved in something new and fun. She and Mia have been best buds for the last several months. She blends well with everyone and is funny and likeable by all.
Mia. Mims. Mimi. Mam.
Mia is growing up so fast. She has a maturity and calmness to her that is unique. She also has found a love for reading this year. I can't keep her supplied with books as fast as she goes through them. She loves school too. This year all four girls are in different schools but they are blossoming in such an interesting way "on their own". Mia is sweet and helpful and is quick to say "ok, maybe next time" when the answer is no. She loves to cuddle and be close but is finding her independence as well. She's another smarty pants that impresses us with her schoolwork and has a talent for being a good friend. Her hair, my goodness her hair. I should harvest and sell it. She has more than enough for everyone and i love it. She is our dark haired, dark skinned sheep of the family. She also is loving the piano and making strides in that talent.
And this next one: What will he be like? Only time will tell.
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