It's been a full few months here after our big move. We've celebrated two birthdays.
And the very first for the littlest Pope girl.
Who is now walking.
Who loves to be outside.
To draw with chalk.
And give kisses.
We can't imagine life with out her.
Or any of them for that matter.
This life of moving around, and yet I've never felt more settled.
Maybe, I'm just getting older.
Perhaps, it's being closer to family.
Or just knowing that we are just where we are supposed to be.
At the pool.
Eating lots of ice-cream.
Dragging out every. single. Imaginext toy owned.
Pretending to be super heroes.
At the library.
Yes, the one with the park.
Making up for time far away.
Playing with the best cousins ever.
Almost killing each other while hitting at a piñata.
Breathing deep in the wide open spaces.
Learning about the old.
Did I say silly?
Helping each other to see.
Admiring those old things.
Taking naps...very short naps.
And some more silly.
And one handsome boy.
Trying to lotion ourselves.
Oh, and napping in the high chair. B/c who needs a bed people?!
And that sunset while painting our old kitchen table.
It's the best place to be.
And loud usually.
And certainly amazingly grace filled.
PS: If your baby still has cradle cap after the first year of life and she puts a whole handful of lotion in her hair, do not despair, this is a good thing (for the cradle cap, I mean) b/c it will shortly dissipate. Well, after a few days of looking like you put bacon grease in her hair. Just an FYI. ;)