I'm perpetually behind on this blog of mine. Someday I keep telling myself, someday I'll catch up and keep up... While I haven't shared my #aprintamonth project yet on this space, I've shared it via Facebook and Instagram. The #aprintamonth project was born out of a desire to start something with purpose as I welcomed the new year. The year started filled with pain and loss but also with an even stronger desire to hold my little family close. Time goes by far too quickly and sometimes my heart doesn't feel capable of holding it all. One day these chubby little fingers will be long and slender, his baby breath will be grown, and the way he snuzzles his face into mine will be no more. Taking pictures wasn't enough, I wanted and needed tangible evidence of what my heart feels. I also had the startling revelation that my little man was about to turn one and I had yet to print his newborn photos! Thus, #aprintamonth was born. I vowed to monthly print our pictures, in a different form each month, for the duration of the 2015 year. In January I printed and displayed my son's newborn pictures. For February I printed a collage of my son's first year of life. And now for March, I printed our first Chatbooks from our instagram pictures! I am absolutely loving this project and my heart swells just a little bit each time I walk by one of our prints on the walls or when my son pulls his Chatbook out of his book basket. I have long dreamed of a home where the walls were filled with beautiful art and memories and there is much joy and satisfaction in seeing the empty spaces be filled. It's been a season of healing since the new year and sitting down with my heart and memories each month has been a part of that process. In that place I find joy and redemption from the challenges of life and motherhood. Would you join me on this project? There is something wonderful about holding them in your hands, putting them on your walls, or even tucking them away as keepsakes to be taken out again and again.
It comes fiercely and swiftly, the complete wonder and awe for your new babe. Elizabeth and Adam, so in sync and fluid as they doted on their tiny daughter. Not a single detail was missed, from the wrinkling of her nose to the flakiness of her newborn skin that us mommas and papas are all too familiar with. She's been home for a couple weeks now and they're finding their groove and parenthood looks good on them. Big Brother Bueller still can't hardly contain his excitement that he's not the only "baby" in the family. When given the chance he steals kisses at will. I'm sure they'll be best of buds very soon. All I can say is this, they're in love and sweet Baby Ellie couldn't be more blessed.
It's been a season of change for us here. A season of growing and learning. My baby is one and perhaps one of these days I'll get caught up and blog his birthday and if I'm really ambitious, his first Christmas! But it's these moments as we slowly leave the baby days behind and enter the newness of the toddler phase that my heart is bursting. I don't think I'm ready but it's happening whether I like it or not. We're fading out the bottle. It might just be his favorite thing in the world. I think if he had to choose between me and his bottle, the winner would be clear. Due to his great bottle love we're starting to fade it now, with the hopes that it will be easier. And it has been! Thank goodness. We're still in the midst of the process but I took these knowing that the end of the bottle was near and I know I'll miss it.