Ever since I was convinced Raven would be a boy and then found out she was not, in fact, going to be a boy, I’ve basically stopped trusting any instincts I have one way or another when it comes to predicting the gender of my pregnancies. But, just because people would ask if I had …
Merry Christmas to All, and May the Happiest Blessings of the Season Be With You! Love from Matt, Torrie, Raven, and Baby #2 (who will give us a nice little Christmas in July!) I’m sure that few people will be surprised by our news (especially seeing as I’m the WORST at hiding pregnancy), but we’re …
Lately, I’ve seen a lot of posts from parents that basically all say that traveling with kids is the pits: no rest, no relaxation, no fun–just supervision and crankiness and stress the vast majority of the time. (Or my own personal favorite: “Let’s get real–it’s really only a vacation for the kids.”) I get it. …
Here we are, almost a month late, but better late than never, right? Actually, this will be the last of the monthly updates, mostly just because I (obviously) have a hard time keeping up on them. The photo shoots have gotten pretty crazy (both in execution and in editing), and I think any updates from …
Raven is now less than a month away from being a year old, a fact that seems at odds with the motherly part of my brain that insists that she’s still my tiny baby, only a few months old really. But eleven months sure is fun (even if it seems like my girl has a …
Don’t be fooled by these pictures–it took a LOT of wrangling with an overexcited, giggly baby in order to get most of these, and it made me wonder how much longer I’ll be able to trick her into doing a “formal” photo session on a monthly basis. But for now, I present for your amusement, …
Quick Stats Weight: 17-18 lbs. (?) Height: about 27″ (I don’t know on these–we’ll find out for sure at her appointment next week) Clothing Size: 6-9 month size Diaper Size: 3 Milestones Reached Pulls up to standing on pretty much everything, including in her crib Holds on to and uses furniture, toys, and/or people to walk …
Christmas with a baby– It’s like, to paraphrase Charles Dickens, “having…the lightest license of a child, and yet being [wo]man enough to know its value.” Our first Christmas with a baby was everything it ought to be–full of family, parties, gifts, giggles, and an occasional fussy fit or two when naptimes were ignored or pushed …
