...is fearless, confident, coordinated, strong, and a climber.
Just before this picture of Noah and Evie on the ladder, I hear Evie say 'Noah's too high'. As I come around the corner I only see Noah's foot hanging down as he actually climbs all the way into the attic and stands up there looking so proud as I scramble up to get him down.
Jacob and Evie had their first swimming lesson. It was at 9am, which is pretty early for us. I had laid out their swim suits in the living room the night before to prepare. Everyone woke up early and both had their swim suits and flipflops on before I got up. They were pretty excited.
They both did great and had fun. Jacob said he never wanted to go back. Later he said that when he goes back he just wants to wear his shoes. They were flippers in the class, apparently Jacob isn't a big fan of the flippers.
We lost a baby last week at 18 weeks.
We lost a baby in June at 12 weeks.
I want to curl up in a ball and cry.
I want to stay in bed all day.
I don't really want to do much of anything.
I want to go back in time.
My whole body aches for a baby.
I want the milk that came in to go away.
I want to stand still in time.
I want to still be pregnant.
I want a sleeping baby on my chest.
I want to be sorting through tiny pink and blue clothes.
I want to be feeling my baby kicking.
I want to be planning and dreaming my baby's future.
I want to be worried about drinking too much caffeine and drinking enough water.
I want to be hearing 'congratulations' instead of 'we are so sorry'.
I want my baby back.