He is fully walking (like a drunken sailor). And thus we enter the stage of blurry pictures, aka toddlerdom.
She picks her outfits (with my limited input).
They love each other (and bathe together regularly).
Life is fun right now. Exhausting, but fun.
Wyatt, 11 months. Millie, 3 years 8 months
A pirate and his mermaid.
Wyatt: Always something in his mouth. Always always.
Millie: Doing some matching work at school.
Millie & Wyatt: Typical sibling scene. Including stickers all over his back. #littlebrotherproblems
We spend a lot of time at the park. I mean, why not? We all enjoy the outdoors, obvs. Especially with these cooler temps. And I like that Millie gets to work out some of her seemingly endless amounts of energy. But, the park with a not-quite-walking little person who wants to be DOWN and eating dirt, sand, wood chips, rocks, sticks, leaves, and any other disgusting thing that shouldn’t be eaten? Yeah. Not so awesome.
So we do the swings. The swings are my safe zone. I like the swings. The crazies are contained. And I can freely take loads of pictures of them. And they’re happy. And drooly. And they make silly faces. Did I mention contained? WINNING.
Beach kids, beach life, beach friends, beach family.
Wild Animal #1: 10 months
Wild Animal #2: 3 years, 7 months