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A portrait of my children once a week, every week in 2014…

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//Reed: snug-as-a-bug…asleep in his toddler bed for the very first time

//Finnlagh: digging with his favourite beach spade; he lost it in the ocean only moments later

//Alina: after the 2nd grade end-of-the-year picnic, she thoughtfully picked up some sweets for her brothers

//Baby #4: airy pregnancy silhouette taken in Week 35 by my dear, sweet Grant

XO,

N&N

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A List (of sorts)

20140603-195424-71664411.jpgI am…

making many miniature peanut butter/honey/banana sandwiches for ravenous children at school picnics

cooking not so much these days –more like garde-manger assembling

drinking itty portions of this chai tea paired with unsweetened almond milk, ice and a dash of cinnamon

reading Edward Rutherford’s Paris; Mark Helprin’s Freddy and Fredericka: A Novel

wanting everything to be tidy, perfect, ready and done

looking out my bedroom windows at all the gorgeous wildflowers blooming in our garden

playing Mario Kart 8 for Wii U

wasting a great deal of time agonising about the family of skunks living under our stairs (work your humane magic, Wildlife Control!)

sewing a brightly coloured yellow linen pillow for an end-of-the-year teacher’s gift

planning big changes to Niko & Nonnie and the blog (stay tuned!)

enjoying any and every opportunity I get to sit down and put my feet up, blog or read a book with an icy cold drink at the ready

waiting for Grant and me to make some decisions about significant future options

liking our late night line-up of tv shows on the Roku: The Good Wife, Orphan Black, and The Americans

loving impromptu afternoon naps, quiet time and watching the baby create earthquakes in my tummy

wondering when in the heck it’s ever going to rain again here, and if we’ll ever pull out of this drought

hoping that besides day camps, book clubs, swimming at the beach + pool, and play dates, that we can keep the children engaged and active this summer (and not hear the prohibited words “I’m bored” even once) —hopefully having a brand new baby in the house will provide most of the excitement!

needing to get my hospital bag organised and packed

smelling meyer lemon and peony candles (kept on our bedside tables)

wearing typical school-run Tuesday fare: a brown-print maternity dress, white sandals with silver buckles, a tan-coloured handbag, and a loose bun on top of my head

following lots of new and interesting blogs on Bloglovin’

noticing that, at 35 weeks pregnant, things are getting harder, my body aches when I get up, and I am really needing to slow down

thinking about how truly topsy-turvy our lives are about to become

bookmarking artwork and beautiful things to add to our walls

opening large crates of organic produce and juicing their contents

giggling at how Reed knows exactly when to turn on the charm, that little stinker!

feeling proud and markedly less-stressed after the launch of Issue #3 of Agave Magazine (which turned out to be a spectacular summer issue, despite being one of our most challenging ones yet!)

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XO,
N&N

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A portrait of my children once a week, every week in 2014…

Beach Reed_May31:2014 Finnlagh_May2014Alina_disney day May 2014Baby #4_34w+5d//Reed: fishie swimming trunks, oversized shovel, and determination

//Finnlagh: always engaged in some activity requiring a helmet

//Alina: headband and summer up-do in the late-afternoon sun

//Baby#4: feet peek-a-booing out from under a generous belly umbrella (34w+5d)

XO,

N&N

ps: Grant and I celebrated a decade of love-at-first-sight on May 31st…Has it really been 10 years? I am so very grateful every day for the wonderful life we’ve built together.

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A portrait of my children once a week, every week in 2014…

Reed_22mos.8Finn_baseball badgeAlina_tutu skirtBaby #4_33w+5//Reed: toddler-sized pincer grasp clutching a rose-coloured wildflower —sublime.

//Finnlagh: wearing his personal baseball badge with great pride.

//Alina: resident ballerina lifting airy layers of tulle.

//Baby#4: big belly, black tea, beach bucket and bright sunshine (33w+5d)

XO,

N&N

 

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22 Months **

Reed_22mosReed_22mos.15 Reed_22mos.2 Reed_22mos.1 Reed_22mos.3 Reed_22mos.4 Reed_22mos.5 Reed_22mos.6 Reed_22mos.9 Reed_22mos.10 Reed_22mos.11 Reed_22mos.12There is a fair-haired and very mischievous little elf that wanders around our garden, scouring it for pink and purple wildflowers, stopping now and again to pluck off a perfect bloom. He collects them and offers the posey to me with a resounding “Mamaaaa…Love Flowers. Here go!” Just like that, I could care less about whether not he picks every poppy, daisy or gilia. I should be cringing, but there would be no point. There is something so endearing about a toddler discovering the world around him, and developing a sense of appreciation for those very things that adorn our everyday lives.  “We can add them to our flower press,” I tell him, and then he brings me all the ones he can find. Always purple first — it is, afterall, my favourite colour, and if Reed is anything he is a very astute young man who knows his mama’s daily routine and aesthetic tastes fairly well.

Halfway through his 22nd month, this boy is growing up, and yet still very much our darling baby. Yes, it is true he will cease to be the ‘baby of the family’ in less than 6 weeks, but then again, all of our children are still very much our babies —no matter how old they get. He is quick as a bunny, a budding Picasso who draws and adorns walls/paper/coffee tables with very deliberate and concentrated markings. Reed even requires a notebook and pens in the car, and once he’s done, lets his big sister or brother help him ‘sign’ his name on his finished masterpiece.

If you have something, well he’d like it very much please, especially if they are scissors, batteries or dvd discs he can toss like a frisbee. Is that a tabletop I can clear off with one swipe of my arm? Why yes. Do go ahead and throw absolutely everything you can find on the floor, and then get up on top of a too-high surface, shake your naked tushie, and tap dance. By all means!

We do give in to assuage him to avoid that throwing-back-your-head thing our children have seemed to do as toddlers when things aren’t quite going to plan. Grant and I will choose avoiding injuries over ‘discipline’ and ‘making a point’ any day of the week. As I have touched on previously, we practice attachment-style parenting which lends to a very natural, emotional sense of security for the child, but also develops independence and trust. Luckily, for now he is very easily brought out of his itty-bitty tantrums (thankfully!) and still eats, takes bubble baths and nurses with great gusto. He calls himself “Me Me” most of the time (but will answer to a huge variety of nicknames we’ve got for him, from ‘Pas en tout’ to ‘Toodles’). He’s recently started saying his own name, which is positively the sweetest thing; my heart simply melts.

Reed Anders: you have us constantly in awe of what a dear, dear soul you are. You are a bright light… a shining, wide-eyed, pursed-pouty-lips totally inquisitive boy who wants to do everything we are doing, see everything as we see it, and tell us about it all in an unending stream of delightful toddler banter. Flooding the bathroom and pulling the cat’s tail..? Getting your parents up at 3am so you can eat cereal bars and play? Not exactly your best choices, but we’ve all got a little bluster in us, haven’t we? Let’s roll with it.

XO,

N&N

 

 

Monday’s Moment

A single moment captured in a photograph. Candid and fleeting, this will always be a special moment in time…

Reed dumps water_May18:2014The magical properties of water are bound to delight, no matter what the age. It almost looks as if cellophane is rippling out of Reed’s bucket and peeling off into the sunshine, not like ordinary salt water spilling onto the warm surface of the sand. He dumped his water, fetched more from the ocean, and repeated this game over and over, never tiring of the results.

XO,

N&N

 

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Reed_18May2014Finn beach gladiator_18May2014Alina surf jump_18May2014Baby#4_32weeks+5//Reed: arriving at the beach with Papa and reaching out gleefully for the ocean

//Finnlagh: not quite sure how he came to choose a gladiator hat as a suitable accessory, but anything goes on a Sunday morning

//Alina: surf jumper extraordinaire, captured at just the right moment

//Baby#4: marking 32weeks+5 with a whole lot of love

XO,

N&N

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