:: All I can think is that when I got out of bed this morning, I scooted off the end of the bed, rather than swinging my legs over the typical side. The “wrong” side of said bed would explain a lot about my mood today.
:: So would the purple bags under my eyes.
:: [...]

Rhythm.
Each day has its own.
I’m not always very good at embracing the slower tempos. But I think — dare I say it? — I’m learning.
The last few days have been runny-nosed, congested (which means vomiting up phlegm, yuck), and feverish for my littlest guy. That means my goals have been reduced to feeding and clothing [...]

:: the patient determination shown by Jameson as he tries to do his own buttons.
:: how William, rather than crying when he stirs at night, has started simply calling for me (in an adorable, somewhat-panicked baby voice), “ma-MA?”
:: Jameson’s pronunciation of pj’s: ja-pe’s, which must mean something in French. And for that matter, the way [...]

I’ve been reminded lately about the importance of the content of our worship music. I remember when I was very young, we sang a song at church that I was especially fond of — it had a really nice melody and appealing chord progression, and my sisters and I liked singing it around the house [...]

nordstroms: fun for the whole family

afternoon playtime

note how william attacks jameson and tries to entice him into a wrestling match at every opportunity.
william, the trouble maker

going for a walk:

i love this stroller!
picnic in the park:

hiking “the dish”:

playing at home:

jameson being a big kid at church:

william being the cuddliest baby in the world: