Weekly Portrait of My Children 19/52

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

week nineteen // scout: is growing like crazy, loves accessories, and is so excited for warm weather (aren’t we all?).

week nineteen // griffin: loves holding hands, is talking up a storm, and can run “rullll fast.”

week nineteen // marlowe: falls asleep in my arms constantly, making me forget how great newborns can be, loves watching scout and griffin, and is such an amazing addition to our family.

Weekly Portrait of My Children 18/52

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

week eighteen // scout: is so unbelievably aware of everyone’schanging emotions, has explained to both keith and i, as well as several of our friends, that shes a big kid now and she wants a beer, and amazes us every single day.

week eighteen // griffin: loves holding marlowe’s tiny hands, asks why after everything, and is full of happy energy.

 week eighteen // marlowe: turned one month (!!!), has gained two pounds in her first month – weighing in at 8 lbs 14 oz, and is so freaking loved.

Weekly Portrait of My Children 17/52

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

week seventeen // scout: does not care for the easter bunny, can play by herself happily for hours, and loves hearing stories about when she was a baby.

week seventeen // griffin: starts tearing up at the mention of the easter bunny, can finally blow bubbles instead of licking the wand, and loves “baby mar-yo.”

week seventeen // marlowe: is a gas machine, still has her bellybutton stump (three weeks and counting!), and won’t take a bottle.

Weekly Portrait of My Children 16/52

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

week sixteen // scout: has reclaimed all of her blankets that we’ve let marlowe “borrow,” sings shake it off all day long, and has started calling me Megan.

week sixteen // griffin: can finally jump with both feet off the ground, hasn’t yet realized that Marlowe came home with us, and loves a nice snuggle in the morning.

week sixteen // marlowe: sleeps 22 hours on average per day, nurses like a dream, and grunts like crazy.