I still can’t believe I’m keeping this up every week. I fall behind sometimes, and some weeks are dull, but I started this when I had one child and was pregnant with Caroline, and it has become the longest, most ordinary baby book I know. A blogger friend inspired me years ago, and even though she hasn’t posted in ages, I refuse to stop. It helps me remember the small, ordinary moments that otherwise blur together.
Sunday:
Feeding baby goats is fun even if you’re a cool 8-year-old
Baby snuggles, front and back
We are SO GLAD it’s spring
Sunday was all about easing into spring. The kids ran through mud and sunshine, and feeding the baby goats was a highlight—simple, messy, and perfect. There were plenty of cuddles and the relief that winter finally feels over. I tried to take in the light and the small, sticky hands that want to hold onto everything.
Monday:
This is a good look
Selling some of my favorite baby wraps
Unicorn helmet is life
Monday felt productive. I photographed some baby wraps I love and spent a little time sorting things to sell. The kids were into costumes and imaginative play—the unicorn helmet made several appearances. There’s always a blur of laundry and small projects, but these quiet productive moments keep the week balanced.
Tuesday:
This is why I usually wear him
So far, the Caffeine eye cream and the Niacinamide are fantastic
I’m being attacked by balloons
On Tuesday the little one was particularly clingy—exactly why I prefer to wear him close. I also tested a couple of skincare products and liked the results so far. By evening, we were surrounded by balloons, which led to a fit of giggles and a slightly chaotic cleanup. Those are the nights that make me both exhausted and grateful.
Wednesday:
Eight today!
Sup, frog?
Linc has to ALWAYS be touching someone
Wednesday was a birthday: eight years old. We kept things simple—cake, a few small presents, and a lot of affection. He carries around a frog toy and insists Linc be physically close to someone at all times. I love these little rituals that define their personalities.
Thursday:
Rainy day walking
Super excited to be at the doctor, I guess
I don’t know what’s happening here
Thursday brought rain and a slow, bundled-up walk. We had a routine doctor visit, which one child approached with surprising enthusiasm. The rest of the day was a collage of odd little moments—kids making faces, tiny hands exploring textures, and me trying to keep everyone dry and fed.
Friday:
Skillz
Everyone loves Bumpa
Oreo cake was requested, Oreo cake was purchased
Friday was full of small triumphs: a show of new skills, visits with a beloved grandparent everyone calls Bumpa, and an Oreo cake that fulfilled a birthday request. These are the days when ordinary routines feel celebratory, just because we’re all together and content.
Saturday:
Still 8, and I still can’t believe he’s so old
They made hand puppets out of the silverware sleeves
Bubble bath + tub jets = LOTS OF SUDS
Saturday felt slow and small in the best way. The birthday boy was still processing being eight, and the children invented puppet shows with whatever was at hand—silverware sleeves became characters. The evening ended in a bubble bath disaster in the best sense: tub jets and lots of suds, everyone laughing, the bathroom soaked, and me thankful for the noise and joy.
We turned off the heat in the house this week, which meant the winter coats went into storage and I spent most of the day in a sweater because it’s still cool indoors. Outside, though, the trees and flowers are blooming and that tells me winter is really over. I had forgotten how dirty children get when they play in the garden; they arrive home with pockets full of mud, grass stains, and treasures. Between the muddy clothes and endless baths, I’m tempted to invest in stock in a bubble bath company. These ordinary, messy, beautiful days are what I’ll keep returning to this blog to remember.