one...

6th June, 2013

One.

Already. 

And just so amazing.

Funny, sweet, cheeky, determined, clever, climber, patient, impatient, ball throwing, wise, possessive, happy. Loved.

So loved.

Thank you sweet Tashi, for every little moment we cherish.

two

January 2nd, 2012

When I look at these pics I took of my baby boy, my heart nearly bursts. 

I am so proud, so joyful, so grateful that he is my boy. That I am his Mama.

That I am the one he wraps his arms around. That I am the one that he looks to for guidance.

That this sweet soul chose to journey with me. His gifts to me are boundless. 

A celebration. 

a celebration...

January 8th, 2012

Our sweet baby boy turned two years old.
A celebration...

dear friends & family, 

cricket & cake,

a wonderful day.

Many memories made, and many decisions too.
Bless you Sweet Jasper Moon. We love you beyond comprehension. Beyond galaxies. Beyond life.

Entrepreneurs

29th June, 2013

2 boys + 2 tools + 1 large branch = hours of busyness

M ~ " It's a sculpture, Mama. We made it for Hummy"



24 hours later....

M ~ "Mama could we sell it on Ebay?"

the four capes

21st May, 2012

The four coloured playsilks. The four capes. The four personalities of this Gemini today.
The photo? Because every Gemini needs an audience.

of being fully

May 15th, 2013

I love this shot.
I love the movement. I love the laughter. I love the bandaid, 10 days old and stinky.

But mostly I love what is not seen.
I see a boy who was a baby, one year ago. I see a boy who has been waiting, ever so patiently.
I see a boy, overflowing with the joy of being fully in my frame. While the littler baby is out of frame, not having his one year photographs taken.
I see all that I've missed so much and all I can't wait to enjoy.
JM you are the happy in my heart. My love for you is boundless. x Mama

as-ever-as-long-as-I-can

March, 2012

14th ~ Reading

21st ~ Dancing

8th ~ Library 

If only he'd sleep in bed. At 11am. When I want him to.
We cuddle up together at 11, we snuggle in & I smell his (still) baby skin. His soft curls fall against my cheek & I wrap my arm around his round belly. He holds my hand & cuddles my arm. It feels so good.

In the midst of the talk about new-baby, about big-brother, about change. It feels so very good, to have these moments together. I cherish them with all my heart. My womb-space longs for his babyhood, for the need to protect it & make it last as-ever-as-long-as-I-can. My heart breaks open with the sweetness of him. So tiny & so big.
So much love contained in one little body.

But sleep at 11 he does not.

Instead he loves it too. He sinks into it and soaks it all up. He cannot sleep for the joy of our embrace.
Instead he falls asleep later. And then he's awake much later at night than somebody only just 2 should be.
And really, I don't mind a bit x

He does not budge

May 25th, 2011

We like to walk. We need to walk. And wander.
If I'm in the garden, pulling weeds or visiting the plants, little J will take me by the hand. He looks at me with those big beautiful eyes, they inquire and decide in the same moment. He leads me down the driveway and onto the road. There's no way to refuse. I call for little M, "Let's go for a walk Milo, hurry". "What about the door Mama? Have you got the keys? Where are we going Mama?"
Nevermind the details, lets wander together.
And so we do.
Along and around and up and across and back. It never takes long before this little wanderer decides he will only walk on the road and not the grass. I'm patient. I gently lift him onto the grass, I hold his chubby little hand, I coax. He does not budge. He walks onto the road. I'm patient, I coax. And around we go again. And then I carry him home. Frustrated by his stubbornness and grateful for this closeness.
And just a teeny bit nervous about what's to come...

Jet Set

28th March, 2013

The offer of a holiday with friends was tempting. The 12 hour drive not so much. Sweet P tricked me into camping with three small children with the offer of flights for the Mama & the babe.

Let's just say that the airport was much more fun than the plane ride for this wee jet setter.

her shallow & her deep

2nd March, 2013

Our Summer days have been hot. So many swimming days missed for the overwhelm I feel at three small children, hot sun, sticky sand, packing snacks, towels, clothes, drinks, toys, etc etc etc.

So the days when Sweet Paulie can join us, or the days when I feel extra brave, have been cherished and oh.so.much.fun.

This wee baby is a merboy, I'm sure. He drinks in the energy of the Sea. He loves her wildness & her calm. He loves her shallow & her deep. His passion is unwavering. As is his persistence.