6.5 | Happy Half, Sullivan Michael

My summer babe celebrated with 1/2 bday treats at school.

We had so much fun making these together!

Sweet Sully.  You're such an incredible kid.

I was truly, madly, deeply for you from the start and your gentle nature is something I will always need in my life.  

The beauty of celebrating these half-way milestones (and writing about each one) is that it makes me stop and think about the way each of you coming into the world has impacted me.  And there's no doubt I'm a better person for being on the receiving end of your creativity, your selflessness and your quick-witted humor.  I've jokingly told your Dad that I want to be just like you when I grow up;)

I see so much possibility in your being.  Genuine greatness in your quiet leadership.  I can't wait to see how you impact the world as you grow into all of these remarkable qualities.

My whole heart, 
Momma

the ski-ball machine is a favorite!

and, of course, flashback to previous years. breaks my heart every time.

2.5 | Happy Half, Milo Byron!

Our little tradition of half-birthday dinners continues with Moose's 2.5.

We can see the "three's" barreling toward us faster than we're prepared for.  He's becoming opinionated and feisty and LOUD when he doesn't get his way.  This behavior always seems to increase as 3 approaches and peaks right at 3.5.  Then there's a downhill slope toward 4 when they return to earth and start to become somewhat reasonable humans.  This is the pattern I've noticed with my other three and I'm bracing myself:)

He's so darn cute, though!  Those eyes and that smile melt my frustration in an instant.  When he's not busy trying my patience...he's silly and snuggly and loves to dance.  My boy has moves like I've never seen on a toddler!  Ah, he cracks me up.  Most days I'm walking a fine line between "This child is going to make me lose my mind up in here!" and "He's so adorable my heart might burst."

All of that aside, Milo is innately sweet.  He loves to hold my hand (when it's his idea), gives me the biggest, sloppiest kisses and thinks his Dada hung the moon.  He loves his brothers fiercely and wants so badly to catch up to them and be a part of the pack.

Also, he's talking so much these days...like, full thoughts and sentences. And it knocks the wind out of me to realize he's not a baby anymore.

Happy half, Milo Moose.
I love you with the heat of a thousand suns.

feeding Max raisins.

Flashback to our previous celebrations at The Blue Moose...

Milo's 1.5 blog

Milo's .5 blog