Head sizes...
Jan 30, 2020
Chris and I are very different sizes, so it comes as no surprise that our heads are also very different sizes. In almost all of our pictures together the size difference isn't noticeable, and we have never taken intentional precautions to ensure the end photographic result isn't laughable. But every once in a while we get some true gems that remind us just how big a difference there is between my tiny head and his giant one.
Wren Iver Buchanan...
Jan 22, 2020
The newest addition to the family. Born 1/19/20 to my sweet sister and her ecstatic husband. I am finally an auntie on the Bee side.
I'm not going to lie, at the first glance of her I had a brief moment of insanity when I thought "I could do this again". I remembered the unique anticipation in those first moments of life where I wondered what is this little person is going to be like, what will they love, what color hair will they have, what food will they absolutely refuse to eat, or how will this new personality change the dynamics of our family? It was a magical moment experiencing the physical presence of something that was just moments before a concept. When the idea of parenting a child became an immediate reality and I could finally imagine all the life that dangles before it. All the previously unspoken worries flooded in alongside overwhelming dreams.
Chris has numerous times tried to entice me into having a fourth child by reminding me of the beauty of these moments. The idea that we can create another life and meet another personality, watch another human interact with brothers and sisters. Invite another soul into our future stories. But then I remember the 5 months of tag team parenting because I'm too sick to manage anything more than a walk to the closest bathroom, the modified gestational diabetic diet and hourly finger pricks, the raging hormones that turn me into a very un-nice person, and most importantly the years of sleep training that follow the no small task of pushing a tiny human out of a very small space. Needless to say...I'm feeling very content with three.
I'm not going to lie, at the first glance of her I had a brief moment of insanity when I thought "I could do this again". I remembered the unique anticipation in those first moments of life where I wondered what is this little person is going to be like, what will they love, what color hair will they have, what food will they absolutely refuse to eat, or how will this new personality change the dynamics of our family? It was a magical moment experiencing the physical presence of something that was just moments before a concept. When the idea of parenting a child became an immediate reality and I could finally imagine all the life that dangles before it. All the previously unspoken worries flooded in alongside overwhelming dreams.
Chris has numerous times tried to entice me into having a fourth child by reminding me of the beauty of these moments. The idea that we can create another life and meet another personality, watch another human interact with brothers and sisters. Invite another soul into our future stories. But then I remember the 5 months of tag team parenting because I'm too sick to manage anything more than a walk to the closest bathroom, the modified gestational diabetic diet and hourly finger pricks, the raging hormones that turn me into a very un-nice person, and most importantly the years of sleep training that follow the no small task of pushing a tiny human out of a very small space. Needless to say...I'm feeling very content with three.
Death Valley...
Jan 14, 2020
Random Death Valley trip brought to you courtesy of Scarlett's 4th grade California project.
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