Friday, November 29, 2013

the sling diaries volume iv: culture













whether or not we were prepared for it, the chill of winter is here.
it bites and it stings, the kind of sharp air that burns your cheeks.

we can all feel the certain restlessness that accompanies these coming months. the sun sets early now and most days we stay in the comforts of home. it happens every year, i will find myself sitting at my desk tap-tap-tapping my pencil with eyes blankly staring at the wall in front of me, aching to be outside and trying to build up the nerve to bundle up. the temperatures hit the lowest they've been all season and my patience was dwindling, so your papa and I took you both to the hill we visited this past summer, dressed in as many layers as we could fit underneath your tiny bodies. we parked our car, you were both napping, rubbing your eyes you squealed in delight when you realized where we were. it amazes me how a such a tiny human can have the capacity  to remember moments you've only experienced once before.

stepping out onto the grass together, we realize we are alone. the park is completely empty and I can see my eldest daughter running with pure joy toward the top of the hill. it looks different now, the grass is beginning to die and the children playing soccer on the field below have all gone back to school. i carry my youngest close to my chest, and if I'm lucky, I will catch up to her sister before she races down again with complete abandon. the air is eventually so cold that we have to take shelter in our car. alba sleepily nurses until she's full. sofia requests bites of the marshmallows we brought as a snack.

erick, I, and our collective histories and childhoods have led us to this very moment.  this is a new journey that is truly all our own. the realizations become clear to me; so much of who we are is influenced by those that we spend our time with, the experiences we create, the languages we speak and the traditions and tiny nuances that come with raising your own family. when our daughters were born, it's as if we too were born again, this time with different names given that we've never been called before:

"mama"
"papa"

to our adventurous, curious girls, I wonder just how much of what we do will influence who you become. how the places we take you and things we teach you will become your normal, your culture. the way we carry you near us, feeling the gentle rhythm of our feet hitting the ground beneath us and our hips as they sway and stride across new land. will you remember? in the quiet of the night, I tip-toe to your sister's room and peek in at her sprawled across her bed. you're lying beside me, your breath still smells of milk and your tiny chest rises and falls as I try to take it all in. the weight of responsibility I feel toward these pure and delicate beings is unprecedented, their minds so malleable with the most innocent hearts. I know down to every last atom and cell in my body that there is no deeper love than what I have for them ~ I pour it every last thing that I do. looking up at the half-crescent sliver of a moon and the vast darkness of the universe, I find peace in this journey entrusted to me. tonight, that is enough.

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i am incredibly honored to be amongst seventeen other inspiring mamas & papas, sharing my passion for babywearing in the sling diaries, volume iv. part of me is still in a happy, jumbled-up mix of excitement and disbelief... I swear I re-read my congratulatory invitation a million times over, (just to be sure!) thank you from the bottom of my heart for supporting us as our family embarks on this new journey together.

i wear alba in the sakura bloom essential linen in twilight/marine

and thank you, as always, to my love for taking such perfect photos.


Wednesday, November 27, 2013

two




this is a shot I never posted of you on your birthday in june.

you were tired. it was hot and windy that day. we spent hours at the museum and the pier, walked around until our feet were sore and we felt the ache in our calves when we woke.

(it was the best.)

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

46/52




46/52

"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013."

Sofia- sweet and tired girl, rubbing your eyes in your favorite nook in your room
Alba- a friend of mine called you "pensive" ~ a beautiful adjective and I couldn't agree more!

Sunday, November 24, 2013

the bridge on madison




This woman and that smile right there.

El was absolutely infectious; her love, spirit and connectedness to her family are something I'll remember forever.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

alba avocado




November, 2013

I am trying to become better at documenting the every day things, the big things, like first bites of avocado. At the tail end of six months Alba started to show interest in what we were eating.  It started by reaching and grabbing, and now that she can sit unsupported and hold on to things fairly well, we let her take eating at her own pace and watched as she led the way. Skipping cereals and purees altogether, she'll grab and try things here and there as she feels like it. I had a bit of extra time to throw a quick edit together (and I am nowhere near as good as Erick) but still, it's simple and just the way I had imagined.

To keep a memory.

(I think she liked it!)



Tuesday, November 19, 2013

lately



Hi, friends. It's been busy here! I haven't checked in much because I've been completely immersed in a few exciting projects that will be launching very soon. Normally, this time of year has a slow lull; my happy carefree mood from summer will typically fade to the background leaving me a bit blue when the air begins to turn cold. With the new moon / hybrid solar eclipse of November, I felt something shift inside of me ~ a new opportunity to shed any negative thoughts and feelings and truly let go. It was all encompassing, and still is vibrating within me, radiating from the inside out. Kindness is easy and the interconnectedness to those around me feels stronger than ever. I had said a few quiet prayers and manifested dreams to start becoming reality. It's taken some (a lot) of courage and loads of dedicated time, but I can feel the universe shifting... can you feel it too?

Thursday, November 14, 2013

45/52




45/52

" A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013. "

Sofia & Alba-  the crib is used more for play than it is for sleeping. You both still very much like to sleep nestled in with your parents, and frankly, OF COURSE I would rather have it this way! I love how concerned and protective Sofia is as she takes on her new role of big sister. We found a "big scary" bug flying around the house today and she immediately wanted to run into her room, jump in the crib with her sister and shield her from that curious critter. Such girls ; )

Can't believe we are wrapping up this year already...

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

back to basics



If you haven't had a chance to pop on over to Off Switch Blog recently, Katie has been up to a lot of fantastic things.  She launched her new paper goods and hand-knit shop and there are so many delightful goodies that I can't wait to get my hands on.  I've been writing bi-weekly over in her space for her brand new column, Back To Basics. Alongside some very fantastic company, the lovely Britty Wesely and Heather Zweig will be sharing their talents there too.

It's a lot of fun ~ we're stripping down everyday life and sharing words and photos in their most simplistic form.

Hoping you enjoy the new read!

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

44/52





44/52

" A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013. "

Sofia- jumping up and down with papa will never get old
Alba- a bit too young for the jumping, but very much in love with kisses from sister

Saturday, November 09, 2013

43/52





43/52

"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013."

Alba-  asleep in the sling ~ they must ship these out with sleepy dust!
Sofia-  playing with new friends and feeling quite happy about it : )