. . . aren’t you?
I’m guessing you frantically logged in today to find out how if the Running Chatter family actually survived the trip to the monstrous store splattered with blue and yellow paint. Did they like it? Did they hate it? Did they buy anything? Did Summer have a panic attack? Did Chad have to carry her out of the store? Truth be told, I wanted to stay outside and take pictures against the glorious bright colored building; however, my companions wouldn’t have that.
In case you didn’t recognize it–that was sarcasm. I know you could really care less about our trip to Ikea. Regardless, I will still write about it–later this week.
(Sidenote: I just read that intro to Chad (because sometimes I do that) and when I finished, he was asleep. My apologies if I just put anyone else to sleep.)
Like most people–we are tired. A weekend in a hotel with three young kids will do that to you. We’ve barely recovered from last time. But still, I have this obsession with recording our stories. This desire to document our life. This need to give them the gift of memories that might otherwise be lost in the deep recesses of their minds.
So, I stay up a little later tonight so to not lose the memories of one simple evening. An evening that I want to remember.
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Last week was so warm that it was difficult to be outside for very long during the day. For that reason, we waited until the sun began to descend behind the trees before making our way outdoors. It was still warm, but there was definite relief from the suffocating heat of the afternoon sun. On this particular evening Charlie, Meadow and I meandered out to our backyard.
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I stood back and watched.
And this beautiful scene unfolded.
For thirty minutes I stood and soaked in these moments that I could never create on my own. Moments that I wish I could place in a beautifully wrapped box and revisit them whenever I want. I stood back and watched them with each other. . . so different and yet so similar.
I often wonder how their relationship will develop. Six years apart sometimes feels like a lifetime. Watching them together, though, I realize it will be just fine. Charlie? He is quite smitten with his little sister. He smiles for her like he smiles for no one else. I wonder if it will remain this way?
That last picture….MELT MY HEART!! So very sweet. Love it. And you are right, looks like she has him wrapped around her finger already 😉
My sister is 8 years younger and I have two brothers who are 10 and 12 years younger. Even though there are things they can't relate to yet, we still get along SO well.
Meadow blows bubbles just like Henry, and I am sure every one year old. Bubble wand right up on the mouth!! Adorable!
Those are great moments and pictures!
Oh, and I have never been to IKEA either! I feel like the only person. I do like home stores but I hate shopping and crowds. I feel one of two things will happen….or a combination of the both:
1. I will love it and want SO much and be mad I can have SO much 🙂
2. There will be lots of people and I will get annoyed and hot and want to leave
Yep, I am pretty sure that is why I have never gone!! Hope your trip was good!
I love hearing about you and your siblings, Jenn. That is wonderful! Gives me hope that the bond will stay this way.
IKEA. . . I was a 1 and a 2. I felt both things. It is fun, but so overwhelming!
I LOVE this set of photos. Really, you can see the bond they have. And you can kind of see that Meadow knows she has him wrapped around her finger…that little smirk. Cute! I love seeing Charlie in photos too.
I think their bond will last. No doubt about that.
Thank you, S. I was happy that Charlie was fine with the camera. It IS so fun to watch these two together.
My kids are 6 years apart, and honestly? I think I could probably count their tussles on one hand. Now, my girl tends to get bossy and overly mother-y with the boy, but I just take her aside and remind her who the Real Momma in the house is, and that usually straightens her out. I love the age difference: my husband and I got to spend 6 years with just her before having the boy, then we got to have him all to ourselves while his big sister was in school. And man, he missed her, pressing his nose up against the window when it was time for the school bus to come by; even now, when she comes home from college for the weekends or on breaks, he grins bigger and is sillier with her around. Just continue to sit back and enjoy the show—but be careful, your face might get tired from all the grinning. ; )
I love hearing more about your kids, Katie. What a sweet pair you have. Perhaps the larger age difference makes the bond even stronger?
fabulous, beautiful images. and even more beautiful spirits captured in them.
Thank you so much, Abbe!!