Monday, August 30, 2010

Birthday boy

Baby Maddox aka Mads aka most adorable/skinny/happy child I know.

There's something special about this little guy. I think he just reminds me so much of Franky at this age.

Happy 1st.

love, Aunt Ali

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Brothers




These are the moments I hoped would come from having a second child. May you always be your brothers keeper.

love, ali

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Since I am up WAY past my bedtime but had to share...

{insert unapologetically sappy rant about how much I love this child}

love, ali

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Unraveling

There are often instances where I hear a small voice in the back of my head telling me that my heart is going to ache so much for this time in my life, that I need to be savoring it and not spending so much of it looking towards the future. It’s a strange, melancholy feeling I sometimes brush aside. But other times my eyes prick with tears as I grasp for the threads of their babyhood as it quickly unravels.

I lean my nose down and sniff Drew’s head in the early morning hours while he nurses away and try to think of a single thing that’s ever smelled so good in my life. I can’t. I want to bottle that smell. I want to remember the feel of his tiny hand around my thumb and the way his breathing slows down the minute he begins to nurse. I want to watch him fall asleep in my
arms a million more times. I want to memorize every word Franky says and the way he says them. He is beginning to string words together and pronouncing more and more things correctly, which breaks my heart just a little bit. He climbs onto the couch and shouts “Mama! Mama! Mama!” until I look up from what I am doing, then dives off and with a look of triumph waits for my approving applause.

I could cry just thinking about all of this coming to an end, and yet I know it will.


Motherhood is such a strange mixture of extreme ecstasy tinged with pain. I heard it once said that having children is like your beating heart leaping out of your chest and walking around, bare and exposed to the world, blood gushing everywhere. And in a way it is true. I am dying a slow death I wouldn’t trade for the world.


I want you to know, baby boys, that no one will ever love you with as much ferocity as your mother. I am nowhere close to perfect but I will never give up. My love for you is stronger than any of my shortcomings. I want you to feel that every day. Can you feel it?



love, mama

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Family get-together

A few fun shots...


I don't often take my camera to family events. I've been thinking about this lately because we've had so many opportunities to get together with family this summer. I think my biggest reason is because some people are a bit touchy about getting their pictures taken. It's not that I want to take someone's picture who doesn't want to photographed. I just always assume people don't want their picture taken weather they do or don't care. And it seems to me in our culture that the appropriate thing to do is to refuse having your picture taken. Therefore, so many people's natural reaction is to insist on not being in photographs.

But I've come to realize that so many of the memories we've made this summer are going to be forgotten all because I was too afraid of offending someone to bring my camera along. And if I'm worried about offending my FAMILY, of all people how, I will never be able to take my photography where I want it to go.

What a silly reason to not capture these memories. That is about to change. You can just call me our new official family photographer.

love, ali

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Saturday mornings




It's pretty much snuggle-palooza, AKA dad tries to sleep while Franky crawls all over him.

love, ali

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Danielles wedding

As we were getting ready for them to come out of the temple, is started sprinkling.

They told us we'd only have to wait as long as it took the bride to get ready... which was a long time. C'mon, this is Danielle we're talking about! But it was well worth the wait.

Woot woot!

Danielle hugging her grandma ("Danielle, are you cleaning your snow? You know your grandma is!")


They really did have to most amazing wedding party. And I'm not just saying that because I was a part of it. We worked hard and we played hard.


Two stud muffins.

No, we didn't take Franky or else I might call this a family picture. It was an amazing day for one of the most amazing couples I know.

love, ali