Isn't my girl absolutely beautiful? Short hair suits her.
Thanks to her handy dandy scissor work, she ended up with a new (and a lot shorter) haircut. The bangs were also her work a couple months ago. Oh Ainsley. The child who keeps me on my toes. Someone that tests my patience daily. A little girl I love to pieces.
Yesterday my handsome little dude turned seven.
I think I am still in denial.
My first born. I realized the other day he is growing up.
I mean I know he is getting bigger (I have the shopping receipts to prove it).
But when we talk. I can see he isn't so little anymore.
I enjoy watching him grow up.
He can be opinionated and stubborn.
Helpful and kind.
Care-free and silly.
I love this boy more than my words can say.
xo Brooke at 10:58 AM
Yesterday the middle child. Our first daughter. My little girl. She turned five years old.
She was a messy little girl. Always covered in dirt. Food. Paint. Marker. Bumps. Bruises.
She was a tomboy princess. Always wearing pink. Playing in the mud.
Her sense of humor was a little more quiet and subtle. But it always made me smile.
She had no fear. She was a risk taker. Walking at eight months. Leaping by two.
Such a pretty little girl. Inside. and out.
Here we are five years later. She is still... messy. a little bit tomboy. making me smile. active. beautiful. She is someone I absolutely adore. Every crazy little bit.
xo Brooke at 12:10 PM