Monday, April 24, 2017

Swimming in April

serene at 3 years 6 months
valor at 23 months
serene at 3 years 6 months
valor at 23 months
serene at 3 years 6 months
valor at 23 months
valor at 23 months
serene at 3 years 6 months
valor at 23 months
serene at 3 years 6 months and valor at 23 months
valor at 23 months
reverie at 1 month
90+ degree weather over the weekend served as the perfect opportunity to make memories at the pool. This was our second time in the water this year; we also went on a surprisingly scorching afternoon in March. Serene and Valor have really gravitated towards the pool this year, more so than in years past. They giggled and splashed with grins plastered on their faces as Alex guided them in the water. I love watching Alex be an amazing dad. It was the sweetest view from the shade while wearing Reverie. I foresee more days like this as the weather gets consistently warmer. What a blessing to live in Southern California!

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Letters to Reverie: 1 month

reverie hope at 1 month
My dear Reverie Hope,

Oh, to remember. This is my hope when I embark on these letters. To remember all that you are because time is a thief that brings about change after change. And so, I pause to record and process all the grace that is you. I pray I am granted the perseverance to accomplish this every month of your first year of life. I have been remarking that the growth from 0 to 1 month of life is the most significant. You change and grow every day, which is why I took so many pictures the first month of your life. I'm astounded by how much you've grown since your birth day. I think you're 8 lbs, maybe almost 9 lbs now. You wear newborn clothes but they are more fitted these days than they were when you first arrived home.

At the same time, I can't believe you've only been here one month because it feels as if you have always been a part of our family. My sweet girl, we are so happy you're here. You bring our family together in the sweetest way. Your older sister and brother are in love with you, always running to be by your side and exclaiming over you. Your daddy constantly comments on how sweet you are. You cry only when you're hungry or tired. And what lungs you have already! Otherwise, you are content to stare wide-eyed at us and your surroundings if you're not sleeping peacefully. When you sleep, you grunt like a little squirrel and your hands always find a way to make themselves up by your head, no matter if you're swaddled or not. You adore sleeping snuggled up against my side so that you're as close to me as possible. However, you mostly sleep anywhere: in your rocker, in the Moses basket, on our bed, but you sleep fastest when you're worn in a wrap or sling. You knock out in a few minutes whenever I plop you in there. As I write this, you're sound asleep with your mouth wide open in the ring sling, inhaling and exhaling little puffs of air. I love being able to hold you close and kiss you whenever I want. I marvel at your wee and delicate features: your itty bitty hands and feet (you have long fingers and toes, perhaps like me), your soft jet-black hair that I hope you don't lose in the coming days, your pink lips that curled into a smile for the first time at 3 weeks of age, your arms and legs that flail jerkily when we're not holding you close or when you're not swaddled, and your beautiful eyes that stare dreamily into the distance.

You're an efficient eater. You didn't have jaundice like your siblings; praise God. You nurse quickly on one side per feeding. I am so thankful nursing has been such a good experience with you thus far. You feed on average every three hours, even in the night, which means you're waking about 3 times a night to eat. Once this month, you slept a straight 6 hours though, which I hope will occur more often. You don't love the pacifier, although you'll reluctantly take a Soothie.

I love your newbornness, little one. Your froggy legs, your full-body stretches, your gigantic yawns, your milk-drunk grins, your endearing sleepiness, and your precious littleness. This has been the fastest, sweetest month. I keep telling you not to grow up as I hold you close, but I know it doesn't work. Instead, I shall try to cherish every stage, for this is but a season. A precious gift from the Lord. My heart swells at the sight and thought of you. We love you so much, Reverie, and pray you'll know this and how you are infinitely loved by your creator God in Christ Jesus.


Love you so,
Mama

P.S. Reverie at 0 months and her birth story.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Catching the superbloom

serene at 3 years 6 months, valor at 23 months, reverie at 3 weeks
serene at 3 years 6 months, valor at 23 months, reverie at 3 weeks
serene at 3 years 6 months, valor at 23 months, reverie at 3 weeks
serene at 3 years 6 months, valor at 23 months
california superbloom 2017
reverie at 3 weeks
serene at 3 years 6 months, valor at 23 months, reverie at 3 weeks
serene at 3 years 6 months, valor at 23 months
california superbloom 2017
serene at 3 years 6 months, valor at 23 months, reverie at 3 weeks
serene at 3.5 years, valor at 23 months, reverie at 4 weeks
I've been so inspired by the superbloom adventures everyone has been going on that I told Alex I wanted to find wildflowers blooming near our home. We ended up stumbling upon a generous patch of wild mustard growing across from the local park we took the kids yesterday. It was a gorgeous, glorious display of creation we didn't hesitate to explore. Serene and Valor exclaimed over ladybugs, bees, butterflies, colored flora, and the wide expanse. I was so glad to wear Reverie in a sling for I'd missed babywearing. Doing so allowed me to simultaneously keep her close and be present with the older kids. Alex snapped photos to bless my mama's heart that has been hankering for pictures with our babies. I've been pleading with the kids not to grow up because I love babyhood so. At the same time, I'm excited to watch them bloom and develop. Praying to cherish this beautifully hard season while they're all little (currently ages three and under), and hoping they'll grow up close - close to the Lord, close to us, and close to one another.