“Sleeps like a baby” may be one of the most misunderstood concepts in our culture. We use it to refer to getting a good night sleep, or not waking while we are in bed. This is not how grown-ups or babies really sleep, though. Instead we cycle through stages of light and deep sleep- and for babies this is a survival mechanism!
There is however, something extremely peaceful an calming about watching a baby sleep, and these pictures are no exception. No need for a “Chill Pill” today- instead just peruse these precious photos!
Swinging at the park, or from Great Grandpa’s tree
by your side is my favorite place to be.
Midnight cuddles, early morning snuggles, too
You give me the coziest hugs, it’s true.
I love you more than I have words to say
On Father’s Day and every other day.
Bill, Joy and Will
Bill is an exceptional dad. He works in the evenings and is home with them during the day. He goes above and beyond the role of dad, he makes every day an adventure, he helps fill the house with laughter and fun, brings light to every situations, he gives the best hugs, he’s simply the best!
Will and Joy adore him!
Olivia loves snuggle time with daddy.
Daddy time is time for snuggles and sleeping in, staying up late and watching movies on the couch, bust most of all, Daddy time is when we leave all other thoughts behind and just enjoy being together.
Chances are everyone reading this has been affected by it. Even if nobody in your immediate family has it, chances are you know somebody who does.
I am talking about those impossibly young kids with their own sense of fashion. They want to choose their own clothes and accessories and they clearly let you know when you should brush up on what is en vogue.
Well, thank goodness for these little kids! What would we do without photos-and personalities- like these?
Sydney is almost 2.5 and she is far different than her extrovert brother and mother. Each morning Sydney comes downstairs, puts on her rain boots and walks out back (our yard is fenced). She quietly explores the yard examining blades of grass and flowers that have bloomed overnight.
I hear her chatting away and it is hard for me to not go to her and ask what she sees. But I have learned that this is her time, her start to the day. And that the most respectful thing for me to do is to let her have it.
Sometimes she gets lucky and puddles are left from the overnight rain- this gives her an especially nice start to the day.