If I had to pick one picture that was my absolute favorite of all time, I would probably pick this one(okay, two).
It doesn't live in a frame on any of my walls(which I plan to remedy), but it has always stood out in my mind. It's one of those pictures that makes me want to go back in time and squeeze those precious little souls. I can hear their laughter in it. I can remember so many vivid details about the moment it was taken. That's my favorite kind of photograph. I don't care about the angles and the lighting and the sharpness nearly as much as I care about the memory. Although...my kids would probably argue that that previous statement is, in fact, bull malarky as I tried to recreate that moment on four separate occasions with the latest addition.
It can't be redone. The children have grown in size and number. The couch has been abused by too many moves. Their cute little boy feet reach the ground now. But there's this.
Poor sister. They caught her going cross eyed.
I think I've heard more votes for a Jude look a like than any other brother, so I went digging for a picture of him at the same age. A friend described Sparrow as delicate and I think it's the perfect word, especially when comparing her to her brothers. They were all a bit sturdier at a month old.
She's dainty and delicate and looks like a Rutan. Fun fact: the outfit she's wearing and is right on the cusp of outgrowing is one of the presents I wrapped this past Christmas to announce my pregnancy to her big brothers.
And one more because I haven't been posting pictures nearly as much as the Grandmas would like...