Happy New Year.

From Little Baby Stella Bea(r).

First Christmakkah.

Sister Meg.

Love her.  And Lucky too.

Happy Holidays.

To you.  And you.  

And YOU! 

iLove...

 

 

Scanlan Scrabble. Nana's chalkboard. Stella's first snow. Matching heads.  Taking flight.

Pajama Time.

Can't get enough of it.

Lounge. Lounge. And lounge some more.

Ain't She Sweet.

Siri and I took a quick walk down to the beach this morning; kiddos in tow. Stella was strapped snugly to my chest in the Bjorn and Jack was running around barefoot poppin' goldfish and talking transformers.  I brought the camera and made my dear friend play model for a few.  I mean, WHAT?  I won't even get into how ridiculous she is right now.  I won't.  I'll just let the photos speak for themselves. 

*HEY - remember the days when we'd pack fancy picnics and bottles of wine and head to the beach where we laid in the sun for hours (HORRIBLE) to work on that oh-so crucial and perfect tan?  Now we are lucky if we get 20 minutes and you're chasing away the seagulls while I am covered head to toe in sweats with a baby attached to a not-so-bikini-friendly bod. This time our drink of choice is the coffee that keeps us awake after yet another nearly sleepless night.  Boy, our beach days have changed.  And, boy, I sure do love them more than ever.