When I first met G in college, he already had five tattoos. Over the years he's gotten many more and I love that each one reminds me of the different places we have been together. My absolute favorite is this "Henry" anchor. The week after H's birth, G had this drawn up and tattooed at a local shop just down the street.

How sweet will it be for grown up Henry to see his name on his dad's arm every time they are together?

Tiny Hands

Little F says to little H, "This widdle piggy went to market. This widdle piggy stayed home. This widdle piggy had roas-beese and this widdle piggy had none...."

Henry, those sticky fingers of yours sure are attracted to my hair lately. At the rate you're going I'll be bald by the time I'm thirty!

Yes, Please

Would you like some jam with those rolls?

Cereal Face

Friday Night Love

Our new porch has been getting a lot of attention these humid summer nights.

I love, love this man.

Great Big Yawns

This is how we have been feeling these past few days. I posted a picture of Henry and not myself because sleep deprived Henry is so much cuter than sleep deprived Allie. Since he has been sleeping in his own room (a change we made to encourage longer chunks of sleep at night) he's been up every hour/hour and a half (go figure). We are trying to sleep train him as well as cut out a few of the night feedings that have recently become more southern comfort food for him than anything. Throw in the fact that he's hardly even napped in his own room let alone spent the night there all alone and you have a baby waking up all. the. time. thinking where the H am I and what is going on?!

Lately he's been jumping and twitching in his sleep, like he's in the middle of some awful dream. I contribute this to all of the recent sleep changes we've made (I've also been having crazy dreams) and figure that some of these baby sized nightmares must be part of what's waking him up so frequently.

But what unpleasant things could babies possibly even dream about? As I nursed him back to sleep last night I thought about this and could really only come up with a small amount of things. I've listed them below (in super creepy font for the full effect):


I keep waiting for the night when he finally lets me get a good amount of sleep. Last night he slept six hours for the first time in forrr-ev-errr but I'm not counting on getting that lucky again.

Any night now Henry, okay? I'm soooo ready to sleep as soon as you decide to let me!

Lazy, Lazy, Lazy!

Wednesdays are my days off. My days to catch up on everything I've avoided doing for the past week and spend some one on one time with my favorite little man. This morning we snuggled in bed, napping on and off and wasting way too much time on Hulu. After we were both caught up on sleep (and TV shows. Ack!) we headed downtown for a walk in the park. Lately it has been too humid to take Henry outside but today the temperature was perfect. I enjoyed an iced coffee while H sat contently in his stroller, watching the artists painting historic buildings and the college students whizzing by on their bicycles.

Lazy Georgia summers are the best, but they're even better when you have a tiny friend to share them with.

ps. thank you all so much for such wonderful comments in response to my "transitions" post. i'm still working on responses back so until then please know how much i appreciated and needed to hear every thing you wrote. you are all the very best.

The Big Transition.

This weekend Henry started sleeping in his own room and the transition has been harder for me than I ever imagined. I know it's time for him to start learning to sleep on his own, every rustle of our covers or sniffle in the middle of the night wakes him and as a result we've been getting absolutely no sleep.

As I rocked him in the chair in his room for the first time I sang our lullabies with a shaky voice and tears in my eyes. I looked down at his pouty little lips and thought, "Where has the time gone? This isn't fair!" It feels like just yesterday that I laid him into his bassinet for the first time and wheeled it so close to our bed so that I could hear every movement and breath he made.

I hate how empty our room feels now. I keep waking up in the middle of the night and instinctually peeking into his bassinet to check on him. When I realize he's not there I sit on the side of the bed, in the dark, and fight the urge to sneak into his room and rub his fuzzy little head.

I'm trying so hard do this. Trying so hard to avoid thinking too much about how fast the time has gone by. I know this is best for everyone but it is honestly one of the hardest things I have had to do on this new journey though motherhood.

Please tell me this gets easier?

And With A High Pitched Voice, Too!

This is the sweet baby face that has me referring to myself in third person and saying things like "Baby Hen-weee" and "Oooooh, you wanna weed a book?"