

I found James and Amber in the hallway one day and James was sporting a new hairstyle, thanks to his big sister. She sprayed his hair with water, brushed it, and put one of her sparkly headbands on him. When James is a much older teenager I thought he'd get a kick out of this, so I took this as a photo opportunity.



Yesterday I read Amber a children's book we had checked out from the library called All In Just One Cookie. This book tracks the progress of one grandma making chocolate chip cookies before her grandchildren come to visit. It was such an interesting book because each ingredient gets explained in detail - where it comes from, how it's grown, how it's harvested or farmed, etc. By the end of the book we really wanted to make chocolate chip cookies but it wasn't able to happen that day. But I made sure that today we had time to make chocolate chip cookies together and we had a lot of fun baking them.
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"And now...we're all thick in the fog of babyland over here - those post-baby moments that vascilate between: ouchy engorgement to milky bliss; the sibling meltdowns and squabbles that come with change to sibling love and adoration that melts a heart; sore, um, everything to endorphines and strength unlike any other; but mostly and most importantly, a whole lot of falling in love. It's just where I want to be."
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[/caption]How Do I Love Thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
~ by Elizabeth Barrett Browning