happy birthday tyson!

Friday, August 22

This is Everett's favorite picture I think. He digs it out occasionally from the bottom of the desk drawer, holds it to his forehead, hides it down his shirt, balances it in the palm of his hand while walking "reallllly carefully mama", the regular things that one does with a picture. When I ask him who that is in the picture he says, "Iss daddy when he was an Everett."
Today is his birthday, this fine guy of ours. And today, we're bidding adieu to the 28 and welcoming in the 29 with NOT a trip to the hospital apparently. No, no, no, this baby does not believe in sharing birthdays. (No really, I get it. It's fine.) Instead, we're doing the obvious next best thing, which would be driving exactly one hour to go pick up the very best red velvet cream cheese cake that birthday card money can buy.
Happy birthday to you, baby! I'm having such a good time spending my life with you.

hi. these are my I don't care pants

Thursday, August 21

Shoes: Converse, Pants: Target, Tee: F21, Hat: stolen/borrowed semi-permanently from my bro

I just want to point out that I'm totally aware of how wrinkled these pants are. But what is even the point of owning pants like these if you can't stuff the crap out of them in your drawer? And also pull them out at week 38 just to really drive home the point that you have NO idea what is happening below your belly button.

the beach, naturally

Tuesday, August 19

Back in July, we took a family trip down to the beach for the weekend. Weekends like that are nothing but wind-blown, salty hair and glorious, glorious sand between your toes, and down your shirt, and all over the entire bathroom floor – the sure sign you’re doing it properly.
I, like anyone, prefer to keep my own routine to the bare minimum while out in the sun since we are usually beach-hauling so many water diapers, towels, snacks, beach toys, hats, and umbrellas, the dollar store would be jealous.
I know I’m covered by Made to Matter, Handpicked by TargetTM products. A little SheaMoisture CC Cream for coverage {with a bronze that doesn’t hurt}, some Yes to Cucumbers Natural Sunscreen SPF 30, Yes to Graprefruit lip balm, and Burt’s Bees After Sun Soother – it feels like a cool kiss to the skin – and I’m good to go.

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a tale of two Winks

Friday, August 15

The time has come for the swapping of the Winks. The passing of the best friendship torch from one owl to the other, under strict orders to love a boy. The Wink you see on the right there, with the concave chest, tattered pocket, faded fabric and unseen hole on the side of his pants where his stuffing is coming out, is the Wink we got for Everett as soon as he was born. So that's what almost three years of love, companionship, and excessive trips through the washer/dryer looks like. The Wink on the left is his replacement. I was a little concerned that when I snuck the old Wink away to be kept in his keepsake box, and presented the new Wink to Everett, that there would be an initial rejection. But when he saw the new Wink, he exclaimed, "Winky got biiiiigger. He's a big boy! Like Everett." We inspected him for a while. Checked out his fancy new pocket. Got some scissors to cut the care tags off his back, flopped his big "crazy hair" around for a while, squeezed him tight, and gave him a drink of milk. Later when we were in Everett's room getting him dressed, he pushed the new Wink's head down, so that it looked like he was hanging his head. "Mama. Winky's sad. Winky is CRYING." I asked him why he was crying. "Winky wanna be little again. No wanna be a big boy." So I said, "Oh he does? He doesn't want to be big anymore?" Everett furrowed his brow and shook his head and then pulled Wink into his shoulder to give him a hug. Then all of a sudden he pulled Wink back from him and pushed the yarn out of his eyes. "Iss OK Winky! Everett's a big boy. Blankie is a big boy. Garbage truck is a big boy. Everyyyyyybody's a big boy!" He thrust Wink out to me with a grin, "Wink, Mama. Makin him happy!"
They take real good care of each other, those two. 

hey! some family photos!

Thursday, August 14

Fair warning, you are about to be bombarded with a truly obnoxious number of photos for one blog post. This last weekend, the stars aligned and we were able to throw together a last minute family/maternity photo shoot to celebrate and document our last little while as a family of three. Our photographer, Chandler of To Wander and Seek, is based in Florida {soon to be California} and was miraculously able to meet up with us to make this happen. We will be forever grateful to her for capturing this time in our lives so beautifully. We shot at the incredible LynnVale Studios flower farm, that you absolutely must go visit if you're in Northern Virginia! Andrea, who owns the farm with her husband, was kind enough to meet us there that evening and told us a little about the property while whipping up this beautiful flower crown. What I wouldn't give to have the talent for flowers that she does. And also her house. One of those would be great too.

Onward to the scrolling! You have been warned.

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