my littlest valentine
The only way to cope with arctic temperatures when you are tiny.
and, just like that, two weeks have passed.
On January 9th, we welcomed a perfect little bundle named Lucy Imogen Curry. Weighing 7 pounds and 11 ounces, Lucy has a tiny button nose, dimples on her knees, and a hint of a birthmark right in the center of her forehead. Needless to say, we are all entirely smitten and the last week and a half has been incredible.
I love you more than you could ever possibly know. That is until maybe you have your own child one day.
You are my girl with that fearless spirit and a force of confidence. Sometimes, well, that makes the day to day a bit of a challenge. But, mostly it just leaves me in awe.
I am so grateful that I have these 52 glimpses into your world as you grew this past year from a toddler into a little girl. Because it is after all, those ordinary, everyday moments that wind up meaning the most.
You truly are my wild.
In anticipation of our second babe, we rearranged seemingly every room in our house. The office became our bedroom. Nora's bedroom became an office/guest space. And, our former master was converted into a shared space for two little girls.
Our plan is to keep the littlest one in our room for a while and then bunk her with Nora once her sleeping becomes more regular. So, if anyone has any tips for making that transition a smooth one, I am all ears.
The week that Nora, honing her caregiving skills, improvised a well-loved lullaby by singing, "hush little baby, don't say nuffin'"
It is so bittersweet to be saying goodbye to this project right as our family is set to welcome a new babe. 2013 has been quite the year and the support that we have received for Wild has been incredible. Thank you!
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With our little girl's arrival fast approaching, my newborn sessions are becoming a tiny glimpse into our own future. And, I do quite like what I see.
An ugly bout of sickness reared its head at a most unfortunate time, keeping my little mariachi home from her preschool Halloween parade and party. But, she didn't let that stop her from knocking on a few doors and, astonishingly, letting me take a few pictures of her costume.
That little toothy grin made my morning.
I kind of wanted to move right in.