My Babies

There is a saying that I found that says, "Enjoy the little things in life, for some day, you will look back and realize that they were the big things." (quote by Robert Brault)

I totally believe it.

Each day I'm surrounded by little things that I want to remember for an eternity.  Our days may be routine and we may be exhausted and unable to deliver on the increasing level of competing household priorities most days, but honestly, I have never felt more complete, more privileged, or more grateful and utterly happy as when I step foot in our home each evening and hug my sweet little babies.  At this moment of each day, I say a silent prayer thanking God for this life and for the luxury of having one more day to live in it.  

When I am eighty years old and want to recall the little things that were really the big things, I intend to pull out my lap top of the future (from my fancy hover wheelchair), blow a kiss over to Dan's wheelchair (hovering next me), and pull up my blog and breathe in these moments with my sweet little babies that are documented right here.  

We had a good weekend.  In exchange for playing a round of golf on Sunday, we got to have a photo session at Forest Park on Saturday (Dan and I barter with each other all the time: he gets an afternoon of golf, I get his assistance with a photo session with the boys; he gets to relax and doesn't have to give the boys their baths in the evenings, I get to sleep in on Saturday mornings).  System works pretty well for us. 

With having three boys, I have come to learn that posing for pictures is not their top priority (much to their mother's dismay).  I have to follow chase these littles one around to get any good poses out of them; and they are smart little dudes.  Once they know what I'm after, they know that they hold all of the cards and will make it a game to try avoiding posing for me.  Like trying to ruin a perfectly good photo opportunity by pulling your shorts way up.    

Since December, I have been challenged to get good shots of Drew and Evan to memorialize their birthdays (Drew was 5 on 12/26 and Evan was 2 on 12/30).  So my mission this spring was clear.  While  shooting Harper's one-year pictures, I was going to capture Drew's 5-year, Owen's 4-year (birthday 4/9) and Evan's 2-year pictures.  I am pleased with the results.  Please see my gallery of growing boys below.  

The picture below represents an expression from Drew definitely worth capturing.  The anxiety on his face when he realized that he should have used the restroom before we left and there isn't one close by . .

And hello, Mr. Evan.  Hello Mr. can you please sit still for just one second for Mommy to snap your picture?  Nope, this little toddler is a busy guy!

My Evan-bear is part monkey, you know.  That is why he does so well at hanging from stuff.

And enter my Owie-bear.  About to be a birthday boy.

I love these next two pictures below.  Dan and I are blessed with such wonderful siblings that have given our kiddos such excellent aunts and uncles.  Owen adores his Uncle TJ and you can just see it in his sweet little dimples in his cheeks.  

Goodnight my sweet little angels!