Oh hi, it’s me. Just casually sharing Willa’s newborn pictures from almost 4 months ago. Oops. I’d like to blame the busyness of moving but I’d also like to give the appropriate amount of credit to: lazy.
Anyways. I’ve been considering this blog more and more lately like a diary of sorts. One that I’d like to be able to look back on when I’m old and gray (next week) and that I’d like my little kiddos to be able to read someday. So I thought I’d start a series in which I give little updates on said kiddos, so that we can have some documented memories of their little personalities.
So let’s just jump right in with the lady of the hour…
My sweet Willa will be 4 months old tomorrow. On the one hand I’m floored that she’s already that old. On the other hand I think of the day she was born and it feels like it was approximately 17 years ago (though my mom bod would disagree). It feels like she’s been here for SO long, yet she’s still so new and tiny. I don’t know how to explain this feeling other than it’s heartbreaking, but in a good way? I’ve said this before, but she is the very sweetest soul I’ve ever known. Again, something I can’t really explain but I feel it every time I look at her. She’s completely wonderful.
But let’s be honest, she’s a baby… so she definitely has her moments. Overall, I would describe her temperament as “average”. Ha. She’s not a particularly difficult baby but I wouldn’t exactly call her an easy baby either. She’s a pretty happy girl overall… but she can get upset fairly quickly, especially during the witching hour. She’s the QUEEN of witching hour. (It’s no coincidence that the witching hour and happy hour coincide, am I right? )
She’s a mama’s girl, which I not-so-secretly love. If someone else is holding her and she sees me, she starts wiggling and whining for me. She absolutely loves to be held and does her best napping when I’m wearing her in the wrap. She has the squeakiest, most high-pitched shout/cry/whine… it’s actually so adorable. We call her Squirrel because of it, which Crosby pronounces “circle”.
She has a love/hate relationship with most things… eating, baths, pacifiers, swaddling. We can’t ever seem to really figure out what her thing is. Or isn’t. One thing is for sure, she loves to get her diaper changed. So I guess that’s her thing. Atta babe.
Every morning when she wakes up she gives us the biggest, widest smiles that make me want to gnaw her face off. She has these beautiful long fingers and delicate little wrists… I find myself staring at them, wondering what kinds of things she’ll do with them, maybe she’ll be a piano player, or a guitarist… or maybe a pickpocket. Dream big little one!
Her little personality is showing itself every single day and I can’t get enough. I’m so so so proud to be her mama.
And then there’s my first-born. My sweet little Crosby guy. Oh, but if you call him a “guy”, he’ll shout at you “I’m not a GUY I’M CWOBBY!” He’ll be 2 1/2 in a week. And he’s good at it. I like to describe 2 as the best and the worst age yet. And before you judge me… let me explain. It is the absolute best because he’s talking so much and saying the silliest things. He loves going on adventures and get’s so excited to just experience life. He’s so giving of his love and affection. He’s kinda the best. BUT, being 2 comes with great responsibility… to act like a psycho. His tantrums are epic. He often can’t be reasoned with whatsoever. And I often liken our interactions to negotiating with a terrorist. However, there is very little that can’t be fixed with a “special treat” though (cookie, candy, fun snacks).
As everyone in the world probably knows by now, he is completely obsessed with dinosaurs. Casey and I have had to learn so much about dinosaurs in order to be able to answer Crosby’s questions about them. I sometimes daydream about being on Jeopardy and winning with my knowledge of which dinosaur is a micropachycephalosaurus. It’s more likely that Crosby would win though, his memory is so ridiculously good these days.
As much as he loves dinosaurs, he loves animals probably just as much. He has a whole collection of small dinos and animals that follow him everywhere. He has this thing where he has to have his animals or dinos “watch him” go to the bathroom. (So sorry for your impending embarrassment, kiddo.) Which means that we have to line all of them up on the bathroom counter to watch him pee. It’s bizarre and kind of annoyingly time-consuming, but it’s one of the things that I will adore about him forever.
Other things he loves… books, play dough, larabars, bath time (with his animals and dinos), making houses (for his animals and dinos), watching shows (daniel tiger and dinosaur train on his favs), having picnics, playing his guitar, singing songs, and going on adventures. He also loves to help me lately. With laundry, cooking, taking care of his sister… And don’t get me wrong, his “help” often adds more time to the process. But I love that he’s so interested.
A few of my favorite Crosby sayings these days….
“sound great, mama?”
“good morning! how’d you sleep?”
“thank you for listening to me”
“you have an idea??”
“pssst… hey!… pssst”
“love you so much, mama”
He’s the funniest, sweetest, most curious, strong-willed child. Every night after we put him to bed, and I’m usually exhausted from his antics, I think about him and miss him. And then I want to go and wake him up. (I don’t, I’m not crazy). I absolutely, completely, 100% adore him.
And on that note, here are the rest of some kinda old photos of my favorite humans on the planet. Take a peek, if you’d like!
Sweet sidenote. There is a wishing tree right down the street from our house in Portland. When Crosby was born I wrote a wish on it that I’d be able to stay home with him (which I didn’t think would be possible) and it came true. That wish is still in the tree. So during this photoshoot I wrote a wish for Willa too (that she’d learn to breastfeed, which she hasn’t… which means I’m the queen of the breast pump). But anyways, I love this wishing tree. I wish I could have cut it down and taken it to Minnesota with us. Maybe that should have been my wish?