All about Gabe

This is a picture post dedicated to Gabe, awwww, I miss him being little! These are a few of my favorite pics of him! I love you Gabe,

Love, mommy

Sweet Little Baby Smile!

Lump in my throat...

It's painful tonight. As I sat rocking my baby daughter to sleep you came to mind. It's been 3 months, huh, to the day actually. I miss your smile, I miss your stories, I miss your lovey bunny, I miss that connection we had. I know when your birthdays are, I know your cat's name, I know when your dog died. I remember your first day, your art project, your show and tell. I want to see your lego garage, your woodchip pie, your new dress. I want to chase you around the room and say "I'm gonna get you" until you collapse laughing. I want to soul dance with the scarves like you loved. "More, more, again" you'd say. I want to hold your hand while you show me your trick on the balance beam, I want to clap when you bring in your birthday treat. I wonder if your mom had her baby, are you a good sibling? I miss dancing to cd's with you, helping you with your "homework" and hearing about the mean girl at school. I want to play ring around the rosie because that was your favorite song and every time, I mean every single time you saw me you would ask "Wosie??" with outstretched arms. I want to call you by your nickname that I made up for you, baby peanut, libia, curly top, and Aubee. I also know your nickname your mom calls you. I know your grandma's name and where you get to go on vacation. I know you've learned to walk by now and that brings tears to my eyes. I'm thinking about you this time of year and hope you are ok. I want you to know that I believe in you and I was always listening even when you felt like no one cared. I want to see what you're going to be for Halloween and I want to know how your mom and dad are doing. I want to hear you speak, as I know you've got lots to say. Just because I'm not there doesn't mean I don't think about you. I do, every.....single......day. I dream that I can see you again. I want to play with you, I want to be the one who understands you when no one else has time. I want to calm you down when you throw a tantrum, because I remember what works for you. I want to do your hair in piggie tails while you tell me about your friends. I hate this. No one understands. I cannot turn my back and walk away. I cry for you and I miss you. You will all always be in my heart, I won't ever forget you.

She is a PRINCESS!!!

So, here is Kennedy and her new 14K white gold earrings! My great grandma got her ears pierced at 6 months so I had to do the same for Kenna. She did great. It drew a crowd, guess people like to gawk at babies screaming. Seriously there were like 6 people watching on the other side of the glass, anticipating the moment where she would scream bloody murder. Gabe climbed in Kennedy's stroller and pulled down the sun shade to block all the trauma out. 5.....4.....3....2....WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!! My poor little baby! I flipped her around and gave her a hug, she nuzzled her face into my neck and cried for a minute, probably more scared of the two sales associates with tiny guns than of the actual second of pain. So, about 5 seconds later, baby Kenna popped her head up and WAVED to everyone on the other side of the window with the biggest smile on her face! Oh....my....god, she is sooooo cute!