Teaching Her How

It's no secret with my family that I love to make chocolate chip cookies. And, I make a pretty mean one if I do say so myself. I have memories of making this same recipe with my mom when I was about three years old, the same age the Fifi is now. She has been more and more interested in helping in the kitchen lately and I am trying to have the patience and the time to let her learn what we are up to in there. I have been working in counting and having her get things from the cupboard.

Today I let her help me, and save for that one egg that was cracked and dropped on the table instead of the bowl, she did pretty darn well. Of course, I think she might be in it more for the spoon licking at the end. I can't really blame her though. By the way, this is the proper way to stand while eating cookie dough. In case you were wondering...

Film Friday

Fifi moves fast, so capturing her on film can be a trick. Especially when I am shooting the Polaroid.

I cherish these images of her.

Giant leaves

Sand and surf

Pouting about something on a log

5 and 3

They are getting big. O tried to curl up in my lap last week and his legs were all over the place. His head no longer clears the counter between the living room and kitchen so I have started to put a stool in the awkward place so he will take the turn wider and miss the head bonk. Last night he red a book to me and counted to 100.

Fifi is determined and mischievous as ever. testing boundaries and patience, yet making us crack up laughing always. She can command a room and is really good at getting every single eye in the room on her when she wants it. She loves to paint, play with dough, help me in the kitchen, eat chocolate and is the best mama to her babies and ponies, ever.

I adore how different these two are from one another, and yet that they are both from me and of me. Each teaching me differently on this path of mamahood.

Happy Birthday O and Fifi. I love you beyond words.

Flowers and Fifi

She is my mirror, my reflection. Yet defenitly her very own.



She is willful and strong, beautiful and smart. A princess and a tomboy.



She is Fifi and in a month, she will be three.

With Cheese

 They are my double-double (trouble-trouble)

With cheese. (and I couldn't love them more)

mamahood moments

Bath time, they splash and I mop it up

reading before bed, a new favorite, "I will never, not ever, eat a tomato"

I am soaking in these moments as I realize that my babies aren't quite babies any more.