20/52

A portrait of my child once a week, every week, in 2013.

This is how I will remember Mother's Day, 2013: pretty peacock colors and a little boy that always says, "Uhpp!"

A break would be nice. A nap. A massage. Sure, those things would be nice but why not spend the day with the one that gave me this day, the one that calls me, "Mama!"

This is better than a nap anyway. Way better.

Last week, I swooned over this sweet pair peeking through colorful balls. And I'm absolutely in love with these sisters, one so cheeky and the other so new.

Thanks, as always, to Jodi.

Happy Mother's Day

For you, my boy, I am eternally grateful. The day you were born I began my favorite and most important job.

More babies may come but you, Eddy Waymon, will always be the one that made me a mother.

I love today. I love that someone calls me Mama.



Happy Mother's Day, Mamas!

19/52

A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2013.

We had a banner day over here yesterday - it was our first puddle splashing day! With long pants, sturdy shoes, and rain coats, we stomped outside and felt cool drizzle tickle our noses. Eddy thinks the American sign for "rain" is hilarious and that cars spraying up drops is even funnier.

Bravely, we made our way to the end of the driveway where an Eddy-sized stream had formed  and, looking up at me, he cautiously put one foot in and laughed. I showed my approval by doing the same and we found our rhythm, splashing down the street.

I left the front door open and Lucy joined us. She was a nervous wreck - of course - and kept dashing to the stoop looking at us like we were crazy.

After 10 minutes, we shuddered inside, took off our cold clothes, and wrapped up in warm towels.

Here in our parched city we are loving this rain. Our yard may look like a jungle but it sure is green.

Obsessed.

This week, we are obsessed with Hug.

For those of you that aren't familiar with Jez Alborough's sweet story, it's a simple book of few words about a baby chimp that sees lots of other animal pairs hugging and it makes him long for a hug from his mom.

We checked it out from the library along with a stack of other books and Eddy took to it right away. After reading it to him a couple of nights in a row, he started to express sympathy and voice the same emotions that I did as I read it, getting sad when Bobo was distraught and happy when Bobo finds his mom.

This became our favorite party trick and we would have our family members read Hug to him when they came over. He got better and better at expressing emotions each time we read it. Then he started anticipating what was coming on the next page, saying, "HUG!", "Bobo!" and "Mama!" at the right time.




{Crank the volume to hear the fake tears!}


It's a stretch but I'm gonna go ahead and say he's reading.

My sweet, smart boy with a big heart.



Obsessed. Both of us.

The Dreaded Car Nap

Is there anything worse than when they fall asleep on the way home TEN MINUTES BEFORE NAP TIME??

Of course there is. There are lots of things that are worse.

But this totally blows.

Eddy took a ten minute car-nap yesterday, and then zonked out again while running an errand later in the afternoon which made bedtime extra exciting!

I guess he's gotta keep us on our toes.



Little turd.