Dear Beatrice // 3 Years!

My dearest Beatrice (BB)-

I can not even begin to describe how magical the past year has been. We celebrated you with a “buzz-bee birthday party” on Saturday. We had games and treats and friends and family. Gigi and uncle Dirk came to celebrate you. It was the best. 

I love you so deeply it is devastating. It is a love so big and all consuming. You are so funny and fun and a bright, bright shining star.

You ask me all the time: “Mama, are you happy?”

and I so, so am. I so am. Hearing you and your little brother giggling as you play together is everything. The look on your face when I come in the door at the end of the door is everything. Dancing as a family in the kitchen on a saturday morning=everything. 

As I write this you came walking out of your room (bedtime is hard right now). “Mama,” you said. “I love you so much, Mama,” you said. 

You’re a force, Beatrice. You are smart and strong and powerful. You are loving and sweet and funny. 

I am so, so lucky to have the chance to hang out with you all the time. 

I can’t wait to watch you grow. 

Happy 3 my heart-


Dear August // 9 months and change

Dear August-

You were playing with your sister and your Papa tonight when I walked up behind you.

When I said, “Hey, Bubba!” You turned around, looked up at me, smiled, and said: “Ma-ma.”

I was so shocked. I looked at your papa to make sure he heard it too, and he nodded. I started crying. 🙂 I was so overwhelmed by your sweetness and the moment and my love for you.

Your first word was “Hola!” Apparently you say it every day at the park when your friends arrive.

You have two teeth on the bottom that have been there for a while, and two on the top that have just broken through and are beginning to drop. 

You love people. You smile at strangers. You love to laugh and talk and play. You’re crawling and pulling yourself up. You are strong and sweet.

You don’t want to eat anything pureed anymore. It’s only real food for you now. 

No matter how much we feed you, we can’t seem to chub you up. 🙂 You’re about 18 pounds and 28 inches. You seem as though you may turn out to be a big kid, my love. 

You’re an awful sleeper. You wake up several times a night to nurse. The sleep is the hardest bit. Other than that, you’re a dream baby. Some things don’t change. 

You’re an absolute dear heart, and I love you. so. much. 

You are so loved, dear August, always,