Hawaii

We tacked on a little getaway to a work trip in Hawaii, while Harper and Royce stayed with the Sklaburtons and the Faulkners with Ramina helping out (we have the most amazing friends!!). We didn't do an anniversary trip this year and figured this was as good an excuse as any!

We missed the kids so much but had an incredible time and came back feeling rejuvenated. After my work concluded, we had one full day and morning to ourselves and it felt like and eternity! Golf, amazing seafood, snorkeling, cocktails and sunset cruise...

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and meanwhile... 

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Wyngate Weekend

We soaked in some much needed family chill time this weekend in the neighborhood. Very few plans (self restraint!), a spontaneous morning at the soccer field to cheer on our neighbor Brooke, some more overdue unpacking, and lots of lazy hang time as a foursome.  

It filled up my cup. Which was much needed before a big work trip this week. 

Fall sunrise 

Fall sunrise 

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Both Roycie and Bruno discovered new beds! 

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Lots of extra help for Dada...

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The absolute high of the weekend was this evening's walk around the neighborhood, which included about ten solid minutes of this:   

So grateful.  

Three!

Peanut,

You are a whirling, twirling, dancing, singing, climbing, tumbling three! 

In the past few months, you have moved houses, moved schools, moved out of diapers and into a big girl bed. You have met each change with excitement and ease (except for those first two days of school, some of my toughest yet as a mom). 

You are a big sister, through and through. You squeal with delight at baby Roycie and you simply can't restrain yourself from squeezing his cheeks and nuzzling his body. You have learned to ask mama whether you can pick him up, but have not learned to always wait for the answer. You delight in his waves and his smiles and his accomplishments. And you remind us daily that you view him simply as, "my baby." 

You are bounding - quite literally - to new heights in our yard. On the trampoline, on your scooter, off the stairs. You've discovered a passion for gymnastics and swimming and diving (!) that make me feel as though I'm peering through a looking glass at myself at your age. You play soccer at school and you want to run or jump or climb or balance on everything, every minute of every day. 

You like rules. And structure. And order. You organize your magnatiles and your markers and your animals. You parent your baby dolls and they spend time in time-out. You remind your friends that "we say please with all sent-ses (sentences)" and you oversee the new order of "no shoes and no food in the playroom." A few weekends ago when your friend was over to play, I told you that you were "in charge," on the trampoline. I am still shocked that I so nonchalantly injected this new phrase into your vocabulary. 

You cherish your best friends. You sprinted across the back yard this weekend when Leo arrived and ran up for a full body embrace. You talk about friends near and far often - dylan and Mac and maggie and kippie and lukas and jack and so on and so on. And you are thrilled to be part of the new gal pack on Conway Road- idolizing Gabriella and Ariana and Brooke and Summer and McKenna and attaching yourself to them every chance that you get. And as a result, you are starting to say things like, "that's so cool!" And "okay mom." 

You are opinionated and strong willed and when you don't like something or don't want to do something, you SAY SO. Sometimes accompanied by lying on the floor, and often with the refrain of "I don't WANT to." And when you get frustrated, you SAY SO too. The perfectionism is real. But you bounce back impressively fast, and we are grateful for that. 

You love to create art and will sit with such focus engaged in a drawing or a stamp project or a painting. You have learned how to write "H," and practice it constantly. You are taking piano lessons at school and you can sing almost the full moana and frozen soundtracks. 

You are funny! And constantly working to "surprise us" and make everybody laugh around you. You laugh with your mouth wide open and your eyes pinched closed and your head thrown back. It's the absolute best. 

We've started talking at bedtime about things about your day that made you happy, and proud, and things that were hard. Often, it was hard for you that you got an ouchie. But just as often, it was hard for you that you didn't see baby Roycie when you were at school. You tell me you were happy when we went on family walk with your scooter or when you played with mama and dada. You tell me you were proud when you saw baby Roycie. It all makes my heart burst. 

You are literally exploding before our eyes into big girl Harper. You've been asking daily for several months, "am I three now?"

You are three. You are so proud.

And so are we. 

We love you.

  

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Nine Months

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To our Rocie bean,

You are crawling, cruising, and charming everyone you meet with your big eyes and your big smile. 

You have boundless energy and make your way from one side of our living room to the other in seconds, almost always aiming straight for Bruno's water bowl. You start to learn a physical skill one day and literally master it by the end of the week. Last week, it was cruising next to the table with two hands. This week, it will be one hand and sooner than we can imagine, you're going to go hands free. 

You are small but mighty. 17 lbs, 4.5 oz and 27.25 inches of moving wriggling giggling energy. Yesterday, you grabbed hold of Dadda's ladder and started bouncing up down with excitement to the music. 

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You're "talking!" A bit. Some "mama," some "dada," some "ba." Not always on target but getting clearer by the day. And with so much pride. Your grin now shows your three tooth, with a fourth on its (painful) way.

You delight in your sister, your puppy, his toys and his food. And music. And wires. And boxes. And chairs to climb and stairs to climb and tables to scoot under. 

Can you tell you are keeping us busy? We wouldn't have it any other way. You brighten all of our days.

We love you. 

 

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