friday cute shot

friday cute shot

cabin-ing, now and then

In April we celebrated Ilona's birthday with our second annual weekend at a cabin in Rhododendron, with a huge backyard that backs into a creek and a wall full of windows that looks out on Mt. Hood. All the adults except Charlie took naps, and the kids played down by the river all day long.

On the last day we took a photo on the couch, just like last year; everyone is in the same place except Lucy and Oscar switched sides and Fife is out:

April, 2016

April, 2015

friday cute shot

hawaiian revue

Oscar: "I really want to go to Hawaii again. Can we go to Hawaii again?"
Me: "What was your favorite part of Hawaii?
Oscar: "Nothing. The whole thing."

friday cute shot

(Also: Apparently we're the neighbors that do back yard things in the front yard. Sorry, everyone.)

seven months

 Dear Fife,

Before you turn eight months I have to write this down. There is one thing in particular I want to remember about you at seven months: One day, when I was nursing you before bed, you finished eating and turned your head down instead of up, burying your face in the crook of my elbow. Your dad came in and you raised your head like a person woken from deep concentration; you looked at him and smiled, then went back to where you were. Oscar and Lucy came in at one point, jumping on the bed and laughing. You looked up, then went back to your place.

I didn't move, I didn't want to break the moment. You stayed like that for a long time, at least 20 minutes, just quietly snuggling into my arm.

Love,
Mama