Sunday, February 24, 2013


morning feedings are my favorite.
marlowe is so sleepy and warm
and every so often she'll stop nursing 
to give me the gummiest smile.

she's 6 weeks old now.
its exciting and heartbreaking at the same time.

i love this girl to the moon and back.

Saturday, February 23, 2013


"a portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2013"

oh, those eyes. those pretty blue/gray eyes.

Monday, February 18, 2013

to brighten your monday...

i give you
marlowe in a bear suit.

you're welcome.

Sunday, February 17, 2013


"a portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2013"

she has him wrapped around her little finger. and when they're together my heart is a giant puddle on the floor. these two, they're my life.

Thursday, February 14, 2013


i love these two more than words.
happy valentine's day, little family.
you have my heart.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013


it's still a little strange to think that i'm a mama now.
i dreamed about it for so long 
and now here it is.
i'm a mom.
i have a daughter.

there are, of course, times that i feel unworthy
and feel like the worst mom in the world
(like the other night when i bonked her little head)
but then there are times when i have her in my arms
and i think
i was made for this.

one month in
and i have so much to learn
but boy do i love it.

Saturday, February 9, 2013


"a portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2013"

marlowe's first trip to the beach. as soon as she hears the ocean, she falls asleep.

Thursday, February 7, 2013


today i am 24 years old.
marlowe is 4 weeks old.
papa skipped his classes and we're celebrating all weekend long.

i've been cooped up in this house since marlowe's birth
so we're staying at the beach house for the weekend.
and to say i'm excited is a huge understatement.

let the celebrating begin!

Friday, February 1, 2013


"a portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2013"

in the mornings, after a feeding, i open the blinds and we lie and stare out the window. she's content like this for about an hour. before marlowe, it was so hard for me to be present in the moment. now, since the minute she was placed on my chest, i have been soaking up every second with her. these quiet mornings are my favorite.