Two and a half weeks

My mom had this familiar poem hanging up in our laundry room growing up; it's one that is on my mind all day long with quickly growing little ones. I admit I have probably embraced too wholeheartedly:

Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow



For babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow



So quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep



I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.


 



Newborn portraits. Phew. I'll admit I was worried these would be a "poor second baby" thing - I just wasn't finding the right time to do them and was growing very anxious about it. But I found some peaceful, perfectly lit moments yesterday while Eliza was at school. This is precisely why Eliza has school two mornings a week, so that sweet Genevieve can have some undivided attention in a quiet house, just like her sister did. I'm so glad I caught these. I want to remember every inch of her tiny, precious self, and these days are blowing by fast. Babies don't keep, indeed.