Weekly Portrait of My Children 50/52

a weekly portrait of my children, every week, in 2017.

week fifty // scout: can sing every lyric to every christmas song written, used the word crappy (properly), and is still obsessed with Frozen.

week fifty // griffin: asks “why?’ at least four million times daily, loves kissing marlowe, and can ride a tricycle like a madman.

week fifty // marlowe: has started saying “mama,” official first word, loves meat, and has started crawling.

Weekly Portrait of My Children 49/52

a weekly portrait of my children, every week, in 2017.

week forty-nine// scout: says “it’s almost christmas and I’m so essssited!!!” constantly, is growing like a weed, and is getting pretty particular about clothing choices. 

week forty-nine// griffin: loves wearing “running shoes,” loves the cold weather, and is obsessed with christmas

week forty-nine// marlowe: is somehow EIGHT months old (i’ll be crying in my room), smiles all day long, and is talking up a storm.

Weekly Portrait of My Children 48/52

a weekly portrait of my children, every week, in 2017.

week forty-eight // scout: loves anything outdoors, would really like to enjoy more soda in her life, and likes to walk around with an ipod on her shoulder and ear, pretending she’s yapping to her friends.

week forty-eight // griffin: hates eating dinner, loves anything outdoors, and like to try to carry marlowe around.

week forty-eight // marlowe:  has stopped falling asleep on me unless it’s in a quiet room, is making a ridiculous effort to keep up with her big brother and sister, and is wearing 12-18 month clothes.

Weekly Portrait of My Children 47/52

a weekly portrait of my children, every week, in 2017.

week forty-seven // scout: froze happily at our first attempt at christmas card photos (freezing photo above), still runs kicking our each leg as she goes, and refers to herself as “a cute little girl.”

week forty-seven // griffin: insists on at least three blankets at bed each night, can recite chicka chicka boom boom without even looking at the book, and can almost completely buckle himself into his car seat.

week forty-seven // marlowe: has two more teeth coming through on top, loves wearing hats, and has a tiny bit more fuzzy hair.