- Hummy’s chicks, ceremoniously dubbed Glitter Snow and Glitter Feather by Isobel, are growing at a breathtaking rate. We are watching them grow, literally, before our eyes, as day by day they grow appreciatively larger. We chart this progress through our exclusive Hummingbird Viewing Window in our dining room or by sneaking peeks on our patio while Hummy is away gathering sweet nectar. She visits a few times an hour for just long enough to feed her chicks before speeding off again. I have hesitantly taken a few shots of the babies, all downy and snuggled into their silky spiderweb nest, but I’m always careful not to disturb them and to tune my ears to listen for Hummy’s motor-like wings should she catch me. Isobel really does not like me taking their photos and tends to shout, “Hummy! My Mom is doing something you wouldn’t like! Get back here!” I feel so honored we get to witness this.
- The three of us have been spending time in the garden every morning, while the air is still somewhat cool and insects buzz industriously around our pumpkin patch. The cats lounge near us lazily, stretching out on the cold cement, or they chase each other through the grassy flowerbeds. Isobel makes fairy houses, I nurse Elias, and we wait for Hummy and the resident bumblebees to make their rounds. Isobel and I usually spend some time in the garden during sunset, when the heat again has let up, to dig and wander around the yard, but mornings are my favorite. I never really considered myself a morning person, but they have quickly become my favorite part of the day.
- We signed Isobel up for two sessions of swimming lessons this year, and we’ve been trying to have her practice putting her face in the water, something she has loathed since she was a baby. Yesterday I told her I’d buy her a cake pop if she put her face in the water and she told me that she really can’t, sorry mom, because putting her face in the water would immediately cause her face to bleed. Sorry.
- Elias’s hair is so thick and dark that he even gets bedhead in the morning. I love it! I love his cowlicks and his wannabe curls and even the silly part my mother in law enforces when she watches him. Isobel was born with almost as much hair as Elias, but funnily enough, it quit growing. Her head got larger but her hair stayed the same so in no time at all she had bald patches that looked like this and this.
- Elias is three months today! His two month vaccinations and checkup appointment went really well. The doctor actually said he was perfect, and I heartily agree. He’s in the 75th percentile for length and the 35th for weight, so he’s on the long and lean side, which is typical for my family. He also hardly ever stops moving and has rolled over on his own already. I think the constant motion is one of the reasons why he’s lean–he’s burning calories all the time. Anthony and I were still surprised to hear this because to us Elias looks like a total chunko. But given his measurements, my baby is the human version of longcat.
- I spent the last week and a half plus feeling like I was getting Isobel’s cold while never actually getting Isobel’s cold. I feel like a came pretty close a few times, though. Anthony was not so lucky. He got sicker than I’d seen him in years, and we were particularly worried since he’s had pneumonia before and it was centered in his chest. He’s back at work now though after nearly a week of suffering. I’m just glad the baby didn’t get it and Isobel only spent one day or so in misery.
- This shot was from my maternity series, and while my memory of that time is still too vivid to miss being pregnant, I do miss doing outfit shots, so I think I’ll try doing more Thrifted Closets.
- Isobel calls the sling a “baby bag,” and refers to Elias as “Cuters” or “my little owl” given his coos sound more like tiny hoots than anything else. I sometimes call him my Squishy but more often refer to him as Easy E or Mr Wonderful. I love that she dotes on him enough to give him special nicknames. When she had the cold she was most upset about not being allowed to hug or kiss him. The other morning he was fussing in the bouncy seat while Isobel napped next to him on the couch. I heard her gently telling him it was okay, and that she was right there. She used a soothing voice and massaged his little head to calm him. I thought it was about the sweetest thing ever until she said, “Quiet down now, brother. I want to nap.”
Follow Friday: Gravitron. Lovely photos, hilarious tweets.
Snapshot 06.18.14. Isobel’s favorite mop thing, picture attitude, and there is a doctor in the house.
My Unruly Garden: Hummingbird Friend.Meet Hummy, our resident hummingbird, who has made a nest on our patio.
Productivity Creepin’: Tips for Working at Home with Children. Notes from a survivor.
Scrapbook: Father’s Day 2014. My children and I are so lucky to have him.
Little Big Collections: Gifts for Cat Lovers.The newest sponsor spotlight feature.
Follow Friday: Summer Pond. Lovely photos, hilarious tweets.
6 Science-Backed Ways To Make Better Decisions. Some of these I never considered before.
Have you seen the Craigslist personals twitter account? You can’t make this stuff up.
How Long Could You Survive In Gary Paulsen’s Hatchet? As a friend once memorably said, “I can’t survive the apocalypse. I’m soft.” Via @helgagrace
Things an adult should actually be embarrassed to read. Firm believer that #3 is an especially heinous crime. Via @catagator
Scrapbook: The Moron Twins. Life with new kittens Poppy and Jupiter. (Spoiler Alert! They are still morons.)
Scrapbook: Isobel’s Nicknames. She gave herself the nickname “Isi,” and we still sometimes call her E-bell.
Follow Friday: Harajuku Isobel. It’s not really called that, I just gave it that name based on Isobel’s outfit. This FF is so old school I hadn’t gotten around to naming them yet. Still extremely hilarious, though!
Scrapbook: Not Cool, Dad. Isobel is not okay with Dada hugging baby Kingston. She has inherited my Look of Death, and she is not afraid to use it.
Scrapbook: Congraduations, Jake! Party. I keep writing about Jake lately. (That’s because he’s awesome.) Little Big: It’s the Jake show! This post is mostly photos of baby Isobel and even-babier Kingston.
Scrapbook: Farewell, Sweet Peach. I love you, Peaches. I love you forever.
My Unruly Garden: The Patio, Before. Sad photos of my patio.
Home Movies: Isobel & Poppy. This is still my favorite kitten and baby video ever. So cute.