Bear Crawling and Window Watching (AKA teasing the dogs outside)
All in a day’s work for Reece the Explorer.




July 23, 2013



You are 8 months old now. I have been slacking on the letters to you because, frankly, you move too quickly now to sit at the computer. You also move too quickly now for me to go to the bathroom without fear that you will shove your little pointer finger that you love to poke everything with right into a light socket. You are crawling, standing, cruising along furniture, and trying a “no hands” approach that consists of you standing unassisted for about 10 seconds before plopping right onto your butt on the ground.

 I read a quote today that is completely and hilariously true: “Before I had kids, I always found it funny how people would talk about their children like they were the cutest thing on the planet and how every little thing they did was endlessly fascinating. Now that I’ve had kids I can say with certainty that my children really are the cutest things on this planet and every little thing they do is endlessly fascinating (Jennifer Miller).”

Everything you do is amazing to us.

 Every smile, every giggle, every new facial expression brings us pure joy. We want nothing more than to experience life with you as you see it – to watch you explore new things with wonder and excitement helps us to enjoy every moment with you. I hope we always find such happiness in the little things you do.

 I’ll be honest with you – I’m a little uptight (which I’m sure you know already by the time you are old enough to read.) But I’m trying to learn to relax a little, and you are helping me do that. The days with you are whizzing by at the speed of light, it seems. Every second I waste worrying about the house being clean enough or the amount of money in the bank account is a second we could have had making a memory simply thrown away. I want to be the kind of mom that lets you jump in rain puddles, or dig in the dirt, or play outside naked, simply because it’s fun. I want to play and laugh with you every day, and remember to not take myself too seriously.

 For every one thing that I teach you, Love, you are teaching me three. You learn to crawl, and I learn to just sit and watch you play, to take more pictures because tomorrow you could be running, and to check every single place that you might crawl to for quarters, lint, or rocks because if you find one it WILL be going into your mouth. You learn to stand, and I learn to close my eyes and listen to you breathe while I rock you to sleep, to kiss you every chance I get because some day you will be 12 and you will think its gross, and to put the dogs out while you are eating because you think it’s funny to feed them.

We are so blessed. All three of us.

Love you always,


Father’s Day Love

It’s no secret around here that Reece loves his daddy best.

Even though I’m home with him more often (thank goodness for a nurse’s schedule!), am owner of the milk makers, and often am the one to wake with him at night, of course Reece’s first “word” this week would be Dada.


I think he’s rubbing it in. 

It could be that Brett makes motorcycle noises for him and shows him videos of all varieties of vehicles driving way too fast, while they make plans for all the dangerous activities I’m sure they’re going to get themselves into. It could be that while Brett is throwing him high into the air and Reece’s is laughing hysterically, Brett is laughing ever harder. It could also be that Brett takes naps with him, stroking his little forehead until they both fall asleep – after I have failed for hours at getting him to sleep.

It most definitely is because Brett is attentive, playful, and affectionate. Since the day he was born, Brett has played a huge part in caregiving. He changes diapers, helps with baths, rocks him to sleep at night. He gets on the floor to play silly games and laugh with Reece. He kisses him every chance he gets, and tells him how much he loves him every single day.

But more than anything, I think Reece loves daddy most because his daddy loves his mama. We are genuinely happy when we are together. We love each other unconditionally, and I am quite positive that that has a huge impact on Reece.

Brett is an amazing daddy. So for Father’s day I wanted to think outside the box just a little. I am the most uncreative person in the world. Couple that sad fact with a lack of time to actually get or make a gift, and it’s pretty safe to say I was frantic to find something.

This literally took 20 minutes of photo taking, a quick trip to Target to find a frame and develop the pictures, and 3 minutes to put it all together. Apparently pictures frames with 5 spaces are nonexistent, so I’m not a huge fan of this frame. Also not a huge fan of this picture of this frame. But it works. Brett loved it!




And in case there were any doubts that Reece really does cry sometimes:


I wouldn’t let him eat dirt.
I bet his daddy would have let him!

While You Are Still




I feel like I haven’t had one single second in the last 5 days in which some part of Reece isn’t touching me. We have slept together all night, napped together, and I have held him during his awake times.

Sick baby. Tired mama.

At the end of a long week of fevers and emergency room visits, I am exhausted but grateful for a healthy baby and some time to sit and stare at him in wonder while he is still