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8/52

"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014."
August: He has enough hair for bed head now and I love it so.
Baby: We bought a double stroller this week. I have my eye on a glider. There are tiny little things washing in Dreft as we speak. I've got this itch to clean my baseboards. The 3rd trimester is looming!

7/52

"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014."
August: He caught a nasty bug at his 18 month check up and it lingered for a week. He was sad, sniffly, and snuggly. But he's all better now and busy as ever.
Baby: Jared bought me this body butter bar and it is the best. August watched me rub it on my belly and he reached out and took it from me and helped. And then promptly tried to take a bite. Of the bar, not my belly. But, come to think of it, he's done that, too.

6/52

"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014."
August: He got his first busted lip this week. He handled it like a champ. I handled like the new mom I still am and called Jared home from work. His lip is all better, but I kiss it everyday just for good measure.
Baby: My bump is often used as a road for toy cars from this baby's big brother. It is the sweetest.

5/52

"a photo of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014"
August: He is all toddler most of the time. But sometimes he is still such a little baby. I'm thankful for this age.
Baby: Our little baby has the cutest nose. I can't wait to kiss it.

The Super Bowl

Jared here. You may have guessed that from the title of this post, but I promise you this has nothing - or, at least, very little - to do with football.

Three years ago (almost to the very minute) the most wonderful, darling woman I had ever met (and who, you may recall, I had only just met three months earlier) looked at me with the most...the most...well, just the most MOST face. It looked like she was going to cry, or scream, or maybe just explode. I asked her what was wrong, but she wouldn't say. I asked again, and still she wouldn't say. I pressed her to open up (I had gotten pretty good at that in those three short months) and finally she said:

...well, we'll get to that later...

Have you ever loved someone? I mean - really, truly, painfully, achingly loved someone? I hadn't.
I think the biggest surprise about falling in love is how it didn't take me off guard. Not in the least. It just slowly sidled up beside me, like we were riding two horses from different…