Ten on Ten {September}

Here's another trip back in time as I catch up on my ten on tens for this year. Annnnnd also a confession: these are cobbled together from actually THREE DAYS because I couldn't keep my attention long enough to actually finish ten pictures in one day. I blame jet lag and post-summer reentry. 

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05:35 // Everyone is still up at the crack of dawn, and everyone piles into my bed. The first part I'm not that fond of; the second part I live for.

06:00 Morning rituals part one.

06:22 // Morning rituals part two. Stella reads. Hugo plays cars. Lyra gets in the way.

06:24 // Hugo says, Hey Lyra, get off my road, okay?

07:30 // I have a brilliant idea to keep Lyra contained while I shower: High chair and cheerios. 

07:40 // This idea did not go to plan.

09:04 // Hugo's preschool routine.

09:19 // I found this interesting back street that's devoted to pets and animal shops.

10:31 // Trying to get things done.

12:48 // Trying to get a baby to sleep.

12:51 // An awake baby.

 

 

Ten on Ten {August}

Let's all get into the wayback machine, shall we? Zhooo zhoo zhooo (<-- ps, the sound of time travel) AUGUST!!!

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06:18 // Morning through my bedroom.

06:37 // The kids get up before me and hang out with Papa in the livingroom.

06:38 // They do play quietly and independently when I'm not around. 

06:43 // We eat blueberries for breakfast every morning.

08:15 // Time for a reluctant morning nap.

08:16 // The big one sure does love the little one.

08:26 // The water was really still this morning.

11:16 // We had a visitor in our livingroom. Island life, right? Hugo gave it a name. But because this is coming at you three months late, I've forgotten it. But it was something like Herbert.

12:45 // She wants to swim all day every day even though I'd say it's barely warm enough for bare legs. But then, I remember being the exact same way.

16:22 // Our daily trip across our tiny bay to Uncle Emmet's house, Hugo wearing a "boat coat" that used to be mine.

17:02 // The little ones swim while the grownups talk nonsence, drink beers, ad hang out int he sauna.

17:47 // Ready to go home. Hugo will drive. :)

 

17/52

 

"a portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2017."

Stella: You got a fever this week, and booooooooy, fevers do a number on you. You slept for about 16 hours straight, which is almost unheard of. But, as quickly as it came on, you were well again and ready to run and play and never ever stop.

Hugo: You had fever too and were too tired to even play. I read you poetry on the couch, hoping for a moment to fill the memory banks, but then you said, Stop reading, now. So.

Lyra: What is even going on? You're too busy grabbing your feet to sleep. You won't nurse. I'm sure you're hungry. Has my milk production fallen? You are crying more than I remember. You can't settle for naps. You wake frequently overnight.  

16/52

 

"a portrait of my children, once a week, every week in 2017."

Stella: It's been a honeymoon week with you.

Hugo: You've grown into a real boy since I've been gone. You're taller, your hair is longer, your speech is clearer, and you're play is different. You've been driving your cars around like usual, but now there are stories, and narration, and you're always having your cars engage in conflict, and then work things out peacefully.

Lyra: You little imp. You're much more awake these days. You're grabbing your toes, and playing with toys, and you sure do love to pull my hair. You drink milk, smile bashfully, sleep poorly at night, and delight us all.

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"a portrait of my children, once a week, every week in 2017."

Stella: I'm not sure who you're more glad to see back home, me or your sister. I'd probably hazzard to guess your sister, since you've been by her side every moment you can. But you've also been extra sweet with me these past few days, even allowing me to cuddle you, which almost never happens. 

Hugo: You're such an affectionate little bear. When I pulled into the driveway, you were positively vibrating with joy. You wouldn't let me put you down. You cuddled and kissed me. You told me, Mama I'm glad you're home. I love you. Never go to London again, except with me. 

Lyra: You spent the week recovering from surgery. I was pretty worried about you, to be honest. For nearly a week, you hardly woke up, except to cry like an injured kitten. I was so worried that I spent the entire day last Sunday in the A+E department where doctors ran all sorts of tests and then finally arrived at the conclusion that you were fine, just slow to recover from anesthesia. When, finally, on Thursday evening, you started to come back to yourself, I started weeping on the train. It was so lonely being without you. I'm so glad you're starting to feel better.