clementines and monkeys

More like first toe-dip in the gulf. But he loved it.

I’m fairly certain that the last several pictures I’ve posted of her, she hasn’t been wearing pants. So, yeah.

Two things: 1. She is forever squeezing her little brother. He handles this incredibly well. 2. Her hair. It’s big. And covering half of my little brother’s face.

1: Pants-less painting.

2. Help me, mama. {Sidenote: I’ve been having a hard time taking just a picture of Wyatt since someone always wants to be included. Except when I try to take a picture of just her. Then she wants no part of it. Obvi.}

3. Their love melts my soul.

We are starting to find our groove as a family of four. I think. I’m sure it has a lot to do with the fact that we are all getting pretty decent sleep. I really hope I’m not jinxing anything by saying that “out loud.” Dude man is down to eating once a night (praise Jesus) with maybe some random wake-up(s) thrown in to help him roll back over, pat his butt, etc. And the little miss is consistently sleeping with the lights on and door open so she doesn’t seem to be getting so scared at night. She still loves to play the delay-bedtime-as-long-as-possible game, but I’m getting better at putting the kibosh on that when she first starts. I can be such a mean firm mama. I sometimes even say, “DO NOT TEST ME” and she knows I’m the real deal. Both kids are in bed by 7pm for the most part, so we still get a few hours of peace and wine drinking time in the evenings. Brad calls that our victory lap. But I’m still totally that mom that looks at pictures of her kids on her phone while they sleep and kinda misses them. It’s weird but it’s my life. And I like it.