Weekend at Home

Our house is really starting to feel like home. The unpacking over the holidays and settling into our room made it feel like we are not living out of boxes every day anymore. We still have to finish the front room but there is a settled comfy space for us all to be in the back room. And the playroom and outdoor space mean that all of our friends opt to come to us when we offer to host or go to them for weekend afternoon fun.

We fit in some family couch lounge time and outdoor sporting time in the surprising 60 degree weather. And had a wonderful afternoon with the Blancs and the Faulkners. Throw in some gymnastics looking like an eighties pop star, roycie’s new obsessed with all cleaning tools in the house, and a couple nights with Isa, and my heart is full.

It’s feeling like a much more settled start to the year.

The bar has arrived! 

The bar has arrived! 



Dear Roycie,

You are one. And have been for several weeks, but one of the best things about you is you go with the flow and put up with a constant level of chaos in our family. And we are grateful. 

You are simply the smiliest, sweetest baby there is. You only fuss when you urgently need something - which has now translated to anytime when you aren’t allowed to feverishly crawl up or down the stairs. You giggle with your full body and your two front teeth and bottom four teeth proudly on display. You delight in your puppy, your sister, and your Dadda - which is by far your favorite word. 

You endure smothering love full body tackles from Harper. Each time, I gasp, but you laugh. You “play” with her now. Yesterday you played going shopping. This weekend you played dress-up. This morning you played “going to work in mama’s closet.” You have made her the happiest big sister. 

You are walking! Two weeks ago you had total jello legs. Last week you looked like a drunken sailor. This week you are precise, fast, picking up items and avoiding obstacles along the way. You climb everything to the tallest peak- the couch, the stairs, the huge white beanbag in the playroom. You love any ball and every truck. And the broom. A lot. You play fetch with Bruno, and with yourself. You keep us running and on our toes. 

You are waving and cheersing and clapping and dancing (bopping) and saying dadda (always), mama (hardly), Harper (sometimes), Bah! (Bruno), Duh! (Cheers) and tonight, while mimicking me, a version of “mmm-hmm.” 

You dive-nuzzle into us for cuddles, head first and with gusto. You are such a warm smiling ball of happiness, and I watch you with so much awe these days as your brain and your body work overtime to learn all the things.

We really can’t believe how lucky we are with the two of you. I’m so excited to see what’s next.

We love you so.  


Back to Blogging

The end of 2017 was pure chaos, as evidenced by my utter silence on the blog. Many great things, but too many things. Huge uptick in responsibilities at work, end-of-year deadlines, holiday season obligations and merriment, family visits and Roycie bday and Christmas magic (all in the "great things" category), Disney (speaking of magic), Florida adventures and travel with two.  

We are back home and settling in to our normal life again, and it's time. I've been paralyzed with the thought of how to re-start blogging - with so many big things to catch up on, where is the time? 

But then google photos made this heart-melting video for darren of Harper and Leo. And I can't think of a better way to kick-start this year's blog:


More to come on the rest!