here is an example.
one night after a good hour and a half of hero crying because i was feeding mary but she wanted to snuggle me, i finally settled down with her to cuddle and as i was scratching her back, i reached me hand into the top of diaper to scratch her lower back and put my finger in a poo. a moment like this provides lots of good reasons to freak out... 1) it was 4:30 in the morning and 2) i just put my hand in poop...in a pitch black room, in a bed full of people, at 4:30 in the morning 3) my daughter hasn't pooped in the middle of the night since she was a month old. whats wrong with her!? i get out of bed to wash off, kirby flips on the lights to change her. hero laughs. mary wakes up. mary cries. we all cry... almost.
pretty funny the next morning, not really funny then. well, kinda funny then.
anyway, we had such a great time with each other. lots of new memories were made and lots of good stuff happened.
and lots of sweet stuff happened... like this "i'm going to show you the world, my little one" moment.
mary has started the finger-suck. pretty cutie if you ask her momma.
hero kept stretching out over the expanse of her sand holes. as if to say, "this here is my sand hole, no on else is allowed inside."
of course, brilliant mom didn't think that central coast beaches get cold. this was the best we could do one evening. she thought it was pretty awesome, though.
she sat perched in a sand hole most of the time. good vantage point, i guess.
wet jeans + sand hole= most sandy butt ever.
sweet baby girl with g-ma fike.
at avila beach for the farmers market...
this is kirby's cracking up face. i love when this happens. i just had to put it up cause i think its so cute.