The four of us hopped on a plane six months ago and met Jeff’s family in Steamboat, CO for a week of thick white snow and intimate time under one roof. It was a beautiful week of skiing, tubing and catching up with some of our favorites. I wasn’t going to share this trip here because there really wasn’t a lot of content around this vacation but I recently stumbled upon these photo’s and felt a heavy weight come over me; we’d grown, all four of us, in such a short amount of time.

A few things have happened since returning from this trip, in fact the first quarter of this year looked a bit different. Jeff left his job at Portland Golf Club in January so you can imagine the weight that was on our family. Good news is he started a new career in the cardboard business just a short few month after. Our family lost our favorite long time nanny of two years in May as she was pregnant with her beautiful baby girl that was due the following month. Because of that, Macie and Marlowe started full-time daycare, aka “skool” at a Spanish Immersion facility which happened to be the biggest and best transition of all because poof, our toddlers became young girls just like that. This fascinating passage into growth and progress, confidence and communication. To say the least It’s been an incredible journey witnessing them pick up Spanish, rehearse songs for us we’d never heard and quite literally potty train themselves overnight.

Pictures. Because change is constant.

I promised myself last year that we’d have a quieter, more intimate birthday for these sweet 2-year-olds and that’s just what we did. Unlike last year, the girls had absolutely no interest in eating any of their cake, rather suck every drop of homemade frosting off every inch of the exterior. With a little help, they carefully unwrapped each gift and played with it before moving on to the next one.
You know, I think I already had my “my babies are two and I’m going to let my eyes get red about it for a second” moment while I was wrapping their presents. But last night, my last night of singing and giggling them to sleep as 23-month-olds, I was alright. It was the fastest they’d fallen asleep in a long time. So even though they’re two years older than on the day we first met, these moments haven’t changed at all. In fact Marlowe still enjoys me holding her like a baby, with her binky as I rock and sing to her. So to that i’m grateful.
There aren’t enough words in the world to express how much we love you two and how happy you make us every single day.

When the internet is full of ugly, the only reasonable thing to do is blow it up with photo’s of adorable things that makes this world mush!  In this case, m+m at the flea last weekend owning the place. 

We’re just under 2 months shy of celebrating Macie Lou and Marlowe’s 2nd birthday. What I would give to hold and hug those two chunky baby bodies at once without breaking my back. They are just so long, and lady like, and smart with all their single word pairings and moments of mega-big-girl-ruling. 

Soon, one day in a blink of an eye I’ll be craving to hold and hear the raspy voices they have now while singing their ABC’s from the backseat of the car. Because today will soon be a distance sweet memory.

I’m just so damn proud of these girls right here.