Fall is here! And because this is our favorite time of year we spent the weekend outdoors. Saturday afternoon we putzed around The Legends (as well as taking in the great sale at Banana!), enjoyed two walks around the neighborhood; one in the morning and one after the sun set, and played "Chase Lucy" in the front yard (sidenote: This was the most exciting event of the day for Lucy. NOT the most exciting event of the day for me, as it mimics exercise.).
Sunday we were outdoors again, this time at the park; the weather was GORGEOUS. A day at the park is good, but a day at the park with your sister and best friend is better, and a day at the park with your best buddy followed by a puppy cone (and a large concrete for me) from Sheridan's is the BEST!
Lucy loves to kiss her sister. Aged two to eighty those cheeks begged to be kissed by everyone.
We praise Lucy for being a good big sister, and especially for being a "nice" big sister. Hugging, kissing, sharing, those are all "nice" things. She is so proud of herself and loves the attention she gets. Her new thing is the stroke her sister's head when Zoe is upset. The problem now is she CANNOT keep her hands to herself. She constantly has to be touching or kissing or stroking, and just like anyone else, Zoe enjoys her personal space.
Just like her big sister, Miss Zozo loves the swing. She squeals in delight and kicks those little feet of hers. Her giggle is almost too much for me; it is so sweet.
One of the many things Lucy did not inherit from either Charles or myself is the fact that she LOVES to run (and by run, I mean walk really fast swishing her hips and swinging her arms similar to that of a speed walker). I don't understand how she has the energy for it, considering she still doesn't eat. She must have super glucose reserves.
The slides at this park were a bit on the small side...
Oh, my little girl and her Daddy. For any mother or parent, this is one of the sweetest things to witness. Zoe is growing so fast. I cannot wrap my mind around how quickly these last six and a half months have passed.
Sometimes being home with my two rug rats can be a little stressful, but as fast as time passes I'm realizing that it won't always be like this. My girls and their sweet little faces and tiny voices. Right now I'm just trying to be present in the all of the little moments; simple things like taking the extra time to really savor the smell of the back of my their heads as they sit in my lap and lean against me, or close my eyes, relishing the full weight of their embrace in one of their selfless hugs, trying so hard to burn their images into my brain of how absolutely perfect they are and how they've profoundly shaped who I am and what I believe in. I know that it will come all too soon, them longing for more independence and wanting to grow up. But before that time comes I'll just enjoy them as they are.