Friday, August 24, 2012

Peekaboo








 I don't even know what to write about these photos.

 I've been emotional lately about this new stage in our lives with Alfie starting school. I had one of those moments today when Juliette was sitting on my lap at the computer watching her Birthday Video, over and over. 

I had my arm wrapped around her soft little frame and was trying desperately to create a perfect memory of her in my mind. The weight of her body on my legs, the pony tail that sits right on the top of her head to keep the wispy hair out of her eyes and the Minnie Mouse nightgown she refuses to take off.  She tried to escape a few times, but I convinced her to stay just a little longer.

Then of course, these pictures.  I picked them up from Peekaboo Photos and marveled, just before taking Alfie to meet his Kindergarden teacher. I walked into the room and started bawling before  I could even introduce myself.  Steve reminds me every now and then, that it's "not sad" when they grow up, but he has yet to convince me.  


4 comments:

Jill said...

These pictures are so breath taking! I have shed many tears over the loss of my babies. I almost feel robbed! I no longer have my little 2 year olds that I loved so much. Luckily they are 14, 11, 9 and 3 year olds that I love just as much. :-)

Rach said...

There is something in her eyes that reminds me of my little friend, Annie Wallace, and my childhood days with her. :-) Also, I'm sure you haven't failed to notice that she stole some of your dimples. She probably needs an Aunty Rachel in her life.

AnnieK said...

Your little ones are totally precious, and I know how hard it is to see the Baby changing into Boy (or Girl), and then marching on to the Teen (though I have to say that, a lot of the time, you are sort of glad to see Teen changing into Young Adult!). I cried every time I took one of mine to their first day of Kindergarten. They, on the other hand, gave me a quick hug around the knees, then ran off to investigate everything...with a "'bye Mama!" tacked on as an afterthought. And that was a good thing, it meant my kids were fearless and independent, exactly how we'd tried to raise them. I still cried, though.

Trish said...

Oh your kids are just too adorable. I can't believe that Juliette is already getting so big and I haven't met her yet.