March 7, 2014

7/52, 8/52, 9/52



"A portrait of my daughter once a week, every week, in 2014."

Pretending it's summer out, backyard hangs, the best pout, & heart-cookie making. The best things, really.

These weeks were for moving out of the home you grew the most in. For picnics in the dining room before the table was set up (which you're still asking for even now that it's up). They were for falling in love with your "huuuuuuuuuuge" room and having the same hiding spot for hide-and-go-seek every game. Weeks for celebrating love with tiny canvases and for picking every camellia you could get away with, which was most of them. They were for singing this song at the top of your lungs every. single. night. And we absolutely had to refer to you as Elsa many times this week. They were for exploring ruins in San Francisco and for mastering your hiking skills. They were for your first "rollercoaster" ride and for telling everyone, every day, that it's almost your birthday (it's over a month away, but still- we're getting there). It's your last full month as a two-year old and we're soaking that in. Two has been the absolute wildest and the absolute best. All the emotions in the world, wrapped in a three-foot tall person. 

Me: You are so stinking adorable.
Charlie: MOMMMM. No, I'm not. I'm terrific.

"I love it so much when the moon's awake."

"Going to take a shower, daddy! And I'm definitely not washing my hair!"

February 12, 2014

5/52, 6/52



"A portrait of my daughter once a week, every week, in 2014."

Moments with your best friend & your very best smirk.

This was a week for using "mom" and "dad" in place of "mama" and "daddy". It was a week for begging to stay up later than your normal bedtime, and a week for making sugar cookies that were 99% sprinkles and 1% cookie. It was a week for saying goodbye to two people who have been alongside you most of your life as they head off for a new adventure in Japan. It was a week for jumping in every single puddle you saw, and adorably only hitting the very edges of each one, causing the tiniest splash. It was a week for falling in love with Frozen despite never having seen it. It was a week for starting to put your hand up as if to say, "Talk to the hand, mother" whenever you don't want to do something I asked (where do these things come from?!). It was a week for slow dances with your dad & puzzle dates with your papa. We stared at the ring around the moon last night for what seemed like forever, and it's those moments with you that I want to pause and keep in my mind to play again and again. 

C: Hey! Who bought you that shirt? (She asks everyone who bought them anything, all of the time)
Me: Daddy did.
C, getting very serious: Ohh, Daddy. He's a good man.

(I'm singing the intro to Daniel Tiger)
C: No, mom. Just let Daniel Tiger sing that.

January 30, 2014

3/52, 4/52






"A portrait of my daughter once a week, every week, in 2014."

Spying on the garbage trucks & trying your best not to look me in the eye, as most pictures go these days.

These past two weeks were for battling a winter bug with all your might. For nights of coughing that turned into mornings. I wished so badly to trade places with you. But now, you're feeling so good. A few days ago, you woke up from your nap, looked into the mirror, and blew yourself a kiss. So yes, I'd say you're on the mend. These were weeks for working on your letters and your tracing. Weeks full of five extra loops around the block and doing the fiftieth puzzle for the fiftieth time. Ones for teaching you what exactly this "cabin fever" business is about, and a week to appreciate the outdoors whenever possible. And the only two weeks your mum will get behind with these posts (ha!).

And my favorite Charlie-isms this week:

"My favorite color is pizza."
*as we're pulling in to the Target parking lot*
(gasps) "Target is so beautiful."
And while checking my heart with your new stethoscope,
"I hear your heart-beep, mom. It sounds like a nice drum."