BabyCakes a Year Later

One year ago:

And today:

It's flying by!

The Baby Song

I don't have baby books for my children.  

I don't scrapbook.  

I have few actual printed copies of the thousands of photographs I have taken in the last 7 years chronicling my brief term as a mother.

What I do have is this blog, and lately I've felt the urge to document a special part of the bond I have with my children.  

It began when BigBoy was an infant: he wanted to be held a lot.  He needed to be soothed a lot.  When you run out of lullabies, old hymns, and even TV theme songs, your instincts just take over.  

One day as I walked and rocked him slowly around our little apartment, holding him pressed to my chest as he liked it,  I started humming and the words came out.  

Years later BigBoy named it The Baby Song, and now both of my children request it when they are especially tired, sick, or just want the comfort that whispered words of love can bring.

I know I'm no singer, but the voice God gave me speaks to the heart of my children.

BigBoy and BabyCakes, this is for you.

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Dimples and mouse ears

"Hey kids, let's take a few pictures outside before it gets dark."

 "Look who's home!"

"Hi Daddy! Check out Spiderman and his side-kick Minnie Mouse."

Later, after trick-or-treating at about 10 houses, we hung out on the porch and ate gave out candy.

 Peter Parker BigBoy generously shared his chocolate with his addict mother. (He offered, I didn't ask!)

Dimpled and Mouse-eared jack-o-lanterns pretty much sum up Halloween around here. 

I hope it stays that way. :)