Portraits 10/52

Yes, I skipped weeks 7, 8 and 9 of the 52Project. Of course, it’s mostly due to my inability to adhere to any kind of schedule, but it’s also due in part to the fact that Nora has recently developed a pretty strong aversion to the camera. I’m trying to respect her choices; she’s suddenly at an age where she notices everything and has an opinion on, well, everything. So snapping candid shots without her noticing is no longer possible. As always in this digital age, it’s a balance between connection & privacy. So fewer photos of her in the future, but still enough to remember her beautiful little toddler stages.



A Weekend Away

*a post from a few weeks ago because I can’t ever do anything on time.

Chuck was away skiing this weekend for a friends bachelor party (which I’m actually very happy about, because that man works hard and deserves a break) so I decided to head up to my parents new place for the weekend with the kids.

It was a weekend full of outdoor adventures and naps (for me! Hallelujah! Thank you grandma). Nora kept busy following Grampy around the house helping him work and the dog was in absolute heaven running around the yard. Their new house borders the town forest, so trails leading directly away from their back yard are frequented by horses and I’m pretty sure it sparked Nora’s inevitable love for anything and everything equestrian.

My parents moved only recently, leaving behind the house I grew up in. As Chuck and I think about moving in the near future, being in their new home had me thinking about what our new changes will bring for us and for the kids. As Chuck always reminds me, “it’s good to be sad about moving on to the next thing, but only because it means the last choice you made was a good one.” And so my parent have left behind the home and the neighborhood I grew up in, and I will always be sad not to return there. Yet seeing my parents in their newfound happiness, cozy in the woods watching birds and horses pass by, I realize that they’ve made the right choice in finding their next home.

And so I know it will be the same with us. Boston has been the only place I’ve considered home as an adult; while living here I’ve gotten married and brought home two children (and a dog) to city apartments. I envisioned us staying here much longer. But motherhood changes you and my desires have changed with it, and so we will move on. The good news is that we won’t go far and we’ll come back often, and each time we do we’ll be reminded that our choice in living here had been a good one, too.

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A thousand things I want to remember


These baby phases are flying by so quickly with Henry and sometimes I just want to hold him still in time for a while. But the best I can do it take some photos and try to remember how perfectly full of energy his little giggle is, so much so that it borders on shrieking with joy – especially when you kiss his belly or when he spots the dog.



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Winter Hikes

We’ve learned over the last few years that our family’s sense of balance and overall stress levels are very dependent on how much time we spend outdoors. The more outdoor time, the better.

The winter poses a challenge because little kids and cold weather don’t seem, at first, to mix well. But little metabolisms run high and when your two year old never slows down anyway, frostbite seems an impossible risk once you’re out there and watching them run at top speed for hours.

Last year Nora was small enough that we would put her in the carrier while hiking, but this year it’s Henry who’s snuggled up against me while Nora runs free. Finding the right gear to keep a toddler properly outfitted for cold weather hikes was a bit of a learning curve this year. Maybe I’ll do a post on that later, but boiled down it comes to wool layers and the right boots.

Apparently I don’t have a single picture of Henry and I out on our adventures because I’m usually the one to carry him (and the camera) but I promise we were both there, too!

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Portraits, 5/52


I’m fascinated by how play develops over time. Henry is just starting to reach for specific toys, inspect them (eat them), throw them and pick them back up. These days Nora is so focused on her play as work – she loves to line up her toys in straight little lines or work intently on a puzzle. Her imagination is exploding, too. Her animals “talk” to one another and she insists on her dinosaurs joining at the table for most meals, where they get their share of dinner straight from her plate. There is nothing as rewarding and fascinating as watching these babies of mine grow up.

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Well, we’ve been under the weather over here. Coughs and fevers for both the kids. We’re all eager to get our health back and especially to get out of this house – the cabin fever has hit hard. Hopefully we’ll be back to normal in another day or two because we’ve watched every cartoon ever created and my sanity can’t take much more. (I can’t complain about the extra cuddles, though.)

Nora – sick day cuddles on the couch.

Henry – he’s happiest when he’s being held.

Winter Light


Now that the cold weather is really upon us, I’ve been searching for an alternative to spending our afternoons outdoors. We go to the library, museums, markets – but I’m always left feeling a little drained. There’s nothing quite like being in the great outdoors; nothing comes close to being as rejuvenating and refreshing.

As my husband always reminds me – there’s no bad weather, only inadequate clothing. So yesterday we bundled up, braved the 25 degree weather and hit the beach.

I expected us to last about 15 minutes but Nora had us out there for a full hour. While Henry was snug in my wrap, Nora ripped off her gloves and dug in the freezing sand and even splashed ankle-deep in the water (despite my protests, but at least with her shoes on). Then it was back to the car with the heat on full blast to de-sand and sip some hot coffee, all three of us feeling rejuvenated and refreshed.

So as a note to myself – it may seem insane to pack up and head out when it’s below freezing outside and it’s perfectly cozy inside, but it’s always worth the effort and leaves us all in better moods (and as a bonus the house seems even cozier on our return!)