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"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, 2014." August: He doesn't say many words. Talking, he just isn't into it. But sounds! He is reheheally good at sounds. He mimics any sound he hears with accuracy. And he stores away his new noises and spends entire days practicing them. His noise for babies is a very tender and soft "nah-nah". When he spots a baby in the grocery store or sees his younger cousin he says a sweet "nah-nah." He will walk over to my legs and press his face into my big belly and say "nah-nah". And although he is probably clueless that there is in fact a baby in my belly, that nose nuzzle and soft "nah-nah" make me think otherwise. As much as I can't wait to meet her, I just can't wait for him to meet her. Baby: Last night, Jared and I watched videos of when August was born and our first week home. I was reminded of the most painfully beautiful days of my life. And now I can'


"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014" My sweet & talented sister, Corie, took these photos for us last weekend. She's talented. And sweet. Thanks, Corie!  August: This week was Mother's Day. Hi Mom! And Jared's birthday. Hi Husband! And August's first (and, I pray, only) true sickness. Fever, fever, fever, moaning, fever, whining, crying, 4am wake ups, cuddling!, fever for an entire 3 days. (I do realize how lucky we are that it has taken 22 months to experience this, AND how lucky we are that it only lasted 3 days...but it's my blog and I'm too pregnant to not wallow. And so.) Mother's Day and Jared's birthday were spent at home watching all sorts of Kids Netflix & Hulu shows, while August laid clumsy across the couch and then across my belly, and eventually across Jared's chest. While I had a very beautiful and very sweet Mother's Day, I believe I may have apologized to Jared 5 times about hi


                    "A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014." August: So this isn't a portrait. It's a video. But it is an accurate representation of August's everyday. Being this pregnant with a toddler is in many ways the hardest thing I've ever done. August is busy and lively and wants to run and play and do, but his beached whale of a mother honestly wants nothing more than to sit on the couch with her swollen ankles up reading birth forums and dreaming of going into labor. At the end of each day, I usually cry about all the playing and joy Gus and I am missing out on by me being so big and so uncomfortable and so not the super fun mom I really want to be. But then sometimes. Sometimes. I look through my phone and find darling videos of my happy, oblivious, sweet sweet son and I thank the Lord for carrying us through and for all the good.  Baby: Jared and I went on a babymoon for a day while my sister-in-law cared for Gus