We simply adore you.
Now that you are here we fully intend to enjoy every second with you.
Well, with YOU and with PEACHES.
Because, honestly, who could ever resist peaches?
(even the sour bits?)
Lush, ripe, juicy peaches that dribble down little chins and sticky fingers.
At the park today Saoirse and I were playing a game of peek a boo with my lens cap.
And every time I'd ask "where's Saoirse?", she'd point to herself and surrender into a fit of hysterical giggles. Oh, how I love this little one.
With her so light they're white in the middle blue eyes.
And her funny expressions.
And the way she loves with everything she's got. So open and honest and true.
Speaking of which, just check this girl out....
I love how she's giving me the "oh-I'm-so-busted" look and how it's almost as if she could actually read the sign.
But the smile on this child could melt a frozen heart. Seriously.
And I'm actually tearing up a little just looking at these pictures, because how and when did this little bean grow so big and how did I not notice? Was I really not paying attention? Have I been too caught up with the daily grind and the assembly line and the fruit flies and the dishes and the tantrums? Have I?
I can't seem to stop buying them matching outfits. It's terrible I know, and every time I buy a "set" I think, ok, this is the LAST time. But then something catches my eye and it's too fabulous to pass by.....And maybe it's because I had girl boy twins and to this day still deal with the undeniable fact that girl boy clothes are nearly impossible to coordinate, but I've been warning people for months that as soon as Saoirse grew into 12 month clothes that it was going to get a little crazy up in here, and so it has. Crazy enough for nail polish even....
Crazy enough that Oscar had to get in on the recent pedicure action. Oscar who has to deal with long hair that is not quite long enough for a low boy ponytail. Oscar who has been called a "girl" more times than I can count, despite the fact that I have never dressed him in any matching outfits with his twin sister. He's been "she'd" at the playground way too many times now, and it never used to bother me (it still doesn't really) because what the heck do I care if some stranger doesn't know that "she" is a he? I mean, do these things really matter in the grand scheme of things?
Except that he's getting older now and he's starting to notice when strangers call him a girl and I can tell you right now that if it starts to bother him, well, it's going to start bothering me too and I'll definitely be setting the record straight with people on the playground, even if they're just strangers. I can't really blame them though, I mean, he is GORGEOUS, and so why shouldn't he have pink and orange toe nails?
You should hear him laugh. Oh he gets this insanely addictive belly laugh going sometimes that would cast a ray of sunshine on the cloudiest of days. It's contagious too.
Good thing he has so many loved ones to share it with. Not to mention a bunch of little buddies as well, who naturally just HAD to come along with us to the park today. I'm always setting limits ("choose ONE toy to bring along") and he's always negotiating new terms ("Ummmm, how bout two? Two toys mom? Two?) and one would be lonely without the other, so what the heck, why not?
Yep, Summer, it's official.
We LOVE you.
I could go on and on about this day. About how lucky I feel to be a part of this life, how beautiful these moments are and how they are helping something powerful grow and develop and thrive. I could go on and on and on, but tomorrow is a new day and we'll find new ways to celebrate it together once again. And we might even do it in matching outfits....