Two steps forward...

Lately, I've been seeing glimpses of "Baby" on my son's face. The chubby cheeks, curious eyes, that sweet, round chin. My heart swells because it's almost as if time is giving me some last looks before my son graduates from having any baby at all to full toddler/boy. And I know in a year or two, I'll be saying the same thing about his toddler face.

As I get ready to welcome a little girl, I get excited when looking at the precious newborn clothing, remembering what it's like to have a teeny, cuddly being in my arms. But I also look over the newborn boy clothing and have such wistful moments, remembering Makani's little face as he entered the world, nursed at my breast, and slept on his dad. This is likely my last pregnancy. I'll never have a baby boy again.

I take comfort in the fact that my toddler seems to be thriving, happy and healthy. I must be doing this parenting thing pretty well. This is new territory to me. Parent nostalgia. These are a new mix of emotions. Pride and grief. I never thought having children would make me sad. Each stage brings bittersweet hugs, smiles and sometimes tears. I suppose it's part of the journey.

Much Love,
The Dolfos

Love is...

... Random Easter egg hunts just because.





Much Love,
The Dolfos

It's Love.

I am not a morning person. Never have been. Sure, I get out of bed at 7:30, get dressed and go downstairs to start the day, but my mind is not awake. I do not like talking, sudden movements, or loud noises.

Clearly, this isn't too compatible with having a toddler. But you do things you'd rather not do just for your kids. Small sacrifice, big payoff.

Lately, I've been going downstairs and Makani's face lights up, he hells MOM! and runs to greet me with a hug and kiss. I'm not gonna lie, my eyes well up to accompany the huge smile my face makes.

It's much better than any cup of coffee could be.

Much Love,
The Dolfos

20 weeks...

... Looks like this:





Much Love,
The Dolfos

Love is...

.... Cuddling and a movie.





Much Love,
The Dolfos