Month 8
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Dear boys,
So i'm sitting here with Finn quiet in his crib and big brother Owen "resting" and quietly interrupting me every 20 seconds, which is exhausting, even more so than the already busy day we've had. It seems that we have finally come up with a doable routine and in many ways the days are getting easier. There are so many times that i've wanted to sit and write, basically every month goes by and i do want to update, but boys will be boys and the many interruptions are expected but overwhelming.

Finn - you are a joy for us, constantly smiling and happy, such a beautiful boy. you're still army crawling, and getting mighty fast at it too. sitting up is coming along, but you still need someone close to you to catch you when you start to tip. baby food is a breeze and i'm trying to teach you to sign 'more', but i think you've figured out that if you bang on the table you'll most likely get your way. when big brother decides that you've had way too much time playing with a certain toy that he has deemed his, you freak out, and it scares him into quickly giving it back to you. i'm pretty sure chasing him is your absolute favorite thing to do. Your squeals are priceless and all you want to do is grab O's hair.

Owen - you are growing up right before our eyes and becoming quite the big man of the house during the day. i've seen your protective side while taking care of little wild thing, picking him up and holding him when he cries. you reassure him in such a sweet, yet loud and sometimes insistent way "IT'S OK, FINN!!!!!!" over and over again. i am so blessed by your sensitivity towards others too, holding the doors for girls, and telling me that you love me - right before you ask for a lollipop. the crazy things that come out of your mouth are priceless, one-liners that are forever kept safe by twitter.

All in all the past few months have been fun, as well as exhausting. I'm sure this entire summer will be filled with many starts and stops, with the "starts" being mad dashes and the "stops" being screeching halts. I pray that you boys survive our crazy mad life. Know that I am quietly looking for ways to prolong our days and minimize our rushing around, to enjoy the stillness around us, even if its just for a moment (when little wild thing is sleeping).

love, mama