a photo of my boys once a week in 2016
Zollie: Talks about his birthday daily. It's going to be a long 2 months.
Kingston: Stands up to pee now.
Kit: Turned 1!
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a photo of my boys once a week in 2016
Zollie: "Mommy have you ever been on a date?"
Kingston: (comforting Zollie) "Don't worry Zollie, it will be okay, we will figure it out."
Kit: "I want to get up/out." His new favorite phrase + he now jumps on the bed.
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a photo of my boys every week in 2016
I almost wanted to redo this week's photos b/c technically, they aren't my favorite. The lighting in my home isn't ideal, especially at the hour we took these photos, but then I remembered: this project isn't about me. It's for my boys, I want to preserve these memories for them and our life isn't perfect, so the photos don't need to be either.
Zollie: Big brother torture mode is in full effect, but so is teaching mode
Kingston: All about telling people what a great job they did on the potty. "wow! great job mommy, that was a big one."
Kit: On the move. This guy started walking this week! (my mommy heart can't take this)
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a photo of my boys once a week in 2016
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a photo of my boys once a week in 2016
Zollie: "bowling is when you have a heavy ball and you try to knock all the white things down, that's bowling... from the kid who has never bowled
Kingston: puzzle obsessed
Kit: bird watching
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a photo of my boys once a week in 2016
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a photo of my boys once a week in 2016
Zollie: Snow is officially is favorite thing. Oh, and his baby brother Kit. Can you say all the kisses?
Kingston: Eating snow is his favorite thing. Actually, eating every ting is his thing. Food is his def his love language.
Kit: A little peeved that he couldn't play in the snow. But he did watch from the window and grunt loudly.
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a photo of my boys once a week in 2016
Zollie: Told Daddy, "I like asking questions." He ain't never lied..breaking out our friend Google.
Kingston: Asked to go to the potty this week and actually went plus kept it up all week. We are elated. Way to potty train yourself, kid.
Kit: Me: "Don't hit, Kit. That's not nice" Him: Black stare...waits a few seconds...proceeds to smack me repeatedly in the face.