dear ramona, this week we explored the backyard. again. you chose your shiny gold shoes to tromp around the mud and chicken poop. looking at these photos reminds me of the different angles, the different spots, the different ways the light hits our backyard. it sure is fun to explore with you. i love you. love, mama.
a portrait of ramona, once a week, every week, in 2013. inspired by jodi’s project.
ramona, my little explorer. i love you. love, mama.
a portrait of ramona, once a week, every week, in 2013. inspired by jodi’s project.
miss peanut butter face. about the only thing you’ll eat these days. i love you. love, mama
a portrait of ramona, once a week, every week, in 2013. inspired by jodi’s project.
those cheeks. that hair. those deep blue eyes. that belly. her sassiness. i sure do love you, little bean.
ramona loves shoes. shoes was actually one of her first words (followed quickly by boots and socks). and one morning, i found her in my closet pulling my flats and stilettos and boots and flip flops off my shoe shelf. she found out how to put her feet inside them and it’s been non-stop clopping about since then.
the first time ramona ever threw a tantrum was when she couldn’t quite get the shoes to stick on her feet. lucky for us, we captured it on video.
p.s. happy thanksgiving, all! this year we’re lounging around at jp’s parents’ house w a ridiculous amount of food and booze and card games and televised football. last year we did a big orphan thanksgiving at crema coffee house. how are you celebrating thanksgiving? is it the same every year?
welcome
