summer recap: Anne Claire, Ben, and Emma

I didn't post this summer and I keep looking through and finding pictures I wish I had shared, so I'm going to do it!

Back in time, edition one: Anne Claire, Ben, and Emma come to visit

now and then

August 2015

October 2015

at the beach

How these months as a mother of three go by! We went to the beach with my parents back in October. It was really relaxing, especially because there was no tsunami, but had there been we were relieved to see that evacuation instructions suggested everyone come to our floor on the hotel, so we would have been as safe as it gets.

While we were there Fife started consolidating her naps, and also falling asleep at 7:30 for the whole night. I think Nana is some kind of baby whisperer, but fortunately, for the most part, the schedule has stuck.

Here are some pictures from the trip:

Anyone who knows Lucy knows she scatters art everywhere she goes, like some sort of glitter monster; this was a drawing I found hanging up on the deck railing at Nana and Papa's room. She sid it was an invitation to the spiders to come and build their webs there.

two months

Dear Fife,

Two months! That means my maternity leave is three-fourths over; in a week we head to Virginia to celebrate Thanksgiving and when we come back I go back to work. I'm not really dreading it; we've had some good time together and working from home makes things pretty easy, plus I'll only have two full weeks and two partial weeks until Christmas, so it should make for a good easing in.

As I suspected at the end of last month, just when you began to get a little bit boring you started smiling at us and we got excited about you all over again. The kids still fight over who you are looking at more, and it's all the more desperate now because of the smiles; you and Lucy have long conversations and Oscar gives you endless kisses all over your face.

After your behemoth start in life you have slowed down considerably: at your two month check-up you were 12lbs, 4.5 oz (75th percentile). The doctor says you are probably just finding your proper place on the chart. Like your brother and sister, you remain extremely tall: 25 inches puts you into what they call the 100th percentile, which I'm still pretty sure is impossible, but I take it to mean that at the moment you are the tallest 2-month-old in the entire world.

We all really like you. You are still so nice to hold, just really the perfect heft. Your long hair is styling itself into a wavy mohawk in the new Fall rain. You fall asleep for the night between 7 and 8, just like your brother and sister, giving us a few lovely hours every evening to just be grownups. Everyone that holds you says you smell really good.

It's true, you really do.

Love,
Mama

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