A portrait of my daughters every week in 2017

I worked a lot this last week, didn’t see these girls much and picked up my camera even less.

Big: Said today that I yell at her too much.  <insert broken heart emoji here>

Little: Had her first splash pad experience today.  Was a little unsure at first but ended up loving it once her sister was running back and forth.

A portrait of my daughters every week in 2017

Big: Has started to plan her baby sisters first birthday party.  She says it’s going to be a Wonder Woman party and we have to dress the baby up like Wonder Woman.  She herself will either be Bumblebee or Wonder Woman as well, she hasn’t decided yet. 

Little: Is somehow already 10 months old.  I’m sort of in denial about it and still shoving her into size 6 month clothing.  It may have something to do with the fact that she’s a mini babe and basically still the size of most six month olds. 

A portrait of my daughters every week in 2017

Apparently I’m into black and white diptychs right now. 

Big: I’m realizing more and more recently what an easy child this girl is.  She had a rough patch there for a minute but it seems to have passed and she’s just awesome.  She’s genuinely fun to spend time with and pretty much my best friend. 

Little: Seems to have grown up a lot over the past week or so.  She’s mobile and still puts EVERY single thing she encounters in her mouth so she’s highly dangerous, but she’s also teetering on the edge of that whole toddler thing.  Which makes my chest feel tight because it’s gone so very fast and she’s my last baby.  

A portrait of my daughters every week in 2017

A diptych of sorts 

Big:  I’ve been trying very hard to balance my time better so as to devote more of it to her.  She clearly needs and thrives on the one on one time with both my husband and I.  I’m trying to incorporate something special every day, even if it’s just when the baby is sleeping. 

Little:  Is getting four teeth at once.  Four.  At once.  Yesterday she didn’t have her front top teeth.  By bedtime she did.  The poor girl is clearly feeling the pain. 

This kid has crazy baby feet. She kicks them so hard when she’s sitting up that she’s had scrapes on her heels. It’s a miracle there aren’t bruises on those little heels. We’ve loved Freshly Picked moccasins since the first pair we got a few years back. Our big kid lived in them for years. She’s a shoe queen and they were, by far her favorites.  

Now that this little muffin is getting older it’s starting to seem necessary to have shoes on those little feet. Literally she’s so wild they would be covered in scrapes if she wasn’t wearing shoes outside. And she’s not even really crawling or walking yet. She gets every single other type of shoe off. Every one. Nothing stays on. She kicks and wiggles sooooo much that EVERY shoe goes flying off. Except these.  

Are FP moccs pricey? Well, yes. But there is probably not another product I can think of that is so worth the money. The first pair we got lasted at least 18 months. And they’re still in good enough shape that the baby will get to wear them eventually. These shoes are phenomenal. And the soft soles are great for little feet learning to walk.  

Have you tried FP moccs? If not here’s your chance to win. I’m giving away a pair on Instagram this week so head on over for your chance to win. 

A portrait of my daughters every week in 2017

Big:  Wants to be near, in or around water as soon as it’s remotely warm enough to do so.  

Little:  Is a constant danger to herself.  Seriously this kid tries to find anything and everything she shouldn’t eat and then attempts to eat it.  At the beach that equals handfuls of sand. 

Also I can’t believe it’s already halfway through 2017.  These kids both have birthdays coming up in a few short months and it’s intimidating how quickly the time is passing.  It’s so hard and chaotic sometimes when they’re little like this but I already miss the times when they were smaller so I just want to hold on to these moments as long as I can.  It’s the curse of parenthood, desperately wanting to get to the next phase and then missing the last once you’re past it.