41/52 2016

A portrait of my babes once a week in 2016 (3 years, 2 months)

Diving into the dress up box at Kimmy & Bear's house is one of your favourite things to do. This dress up box is full of the same clothes I used to dress up in, so as you emerge from the house adorned in too-big dresses and sparkly hats, memories flash to mind of the pieces I loved best like the silver cloak I wore as a princess, ad the cow girl outfit Kimmy made for a cowboy and Indians birthday party we went to when I was four years old. 

I especially love how you put the outfits together. They are so well curated, so ridiculous, that you can't help but look completely fabulous. 

40/52 2016

A portrait of my babes once a week in 2016 (3 years, 2 months)

Bed heads. 

39/52 2016

A portrait of my babes once a week in 2016 (3 years, 2 months)

I love our mornings together. We've no where to go. We wake up together as peach-coloured day light lights up the room. We snuggle in bed for longer than we should and then, slowly, we get up. I treasure this slow time in our lives.

38/52 2016

A portrait of my babes once a week in 2016 (3 years, 1 month)

I can't easily put into words the relationship you have with my mom, and what it means to me. I chose this picture because even though it's blurred and you can't really see your faces it clearly, the way your arms are wrapped around her says more about the love between you than I could describe. 

37/52 2016

A portrait of my babes once a week in 2016 (3 years, 1 month)

I love how ridiculously silly you two can be. And it seems to be contagious between you, each of you spurred on by the other -  a funny face, a made up song, a defiance of any semblance of order, a bizarre dance move, a "rude" rhyme, a strange noise that you try and repeated because of the laughter it elicited from the other. Your senses of humour  are quote different and yet and you find each other funnier than anyone else.

36/52 2016

A portrait of my babes once a week in 2016 (3 years, 1 month)

If one of you is upset, the other often comes to the rescue. Even if the rescuer was the cause of the tears in the first place. Binkies are offered, or hugs are given, or back rubs and hand holding. Once we reach this point, there is no separating you two, holding each other with consoling words and love pouring out. 

35/52 2016

A portrait of my babes once a week in 2016 (3 years, 1 month)

Happy spring day little flowers!