Best Mother’s Day Gift EVER

For Mother’s Day, my amazing hubby NAILED IT.

Four mini-sessions with our favorite local photographer, Melissa McFadden.

We’ll get to capture Anson at 3 months, 6 months, 9 months, and 1 year old.

Have I told you lately that I love the Hubs?

We will have no shortage of photo documentation of this little guy. I have taken at least a handful of pictures of him every single day of his life. (Thanks, iPhone!)

But one thing we DO have a shortage of is photo documentation of ME with the little guy.

Now, I’m not offended by not being in the picture out of personal pride or anything. I mean, my body has a ways to go before I’m back to pre-baby shape. I’m still wearing predominantly elastic-waisted pants. Lots of “flowy” tops.

I have tons of gems of Anson with his daddy.

Because I’m always the one TAKING the picture, I’m rarely IN the picture.

A while back, this article went viral on Pinterest and Facebook and I was missing my beautiful daughter and I thought, “When Baby Dub Dos arrives, you’d better believe I’m getting in the picture.”

So we have a few treasures like this:

But more often than not, they look like this:

So on Tuesday, Mr. Whiskers stayed home and I got in a few of the pictures.

And of course, Anson starred in a few on his own.

 

 

 

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3 Months Old

Anson officially turned 3 months old on Tuesday.

I love watching this little dude grow up, but seriously. Can time slow down already? Why is he wearing 9 month jammies right now?

It isn’t lost on me that significant number: 3

Anson has been alive and a part of the outside world as many months as Hudson was days.

And back then, we felt the same way: Can time slow down already?

Anson’s pretty jazzed

What are you doin’ Mom?

No, seriously. What are you DOING?!

I guess I trust you.

Because you’re hilarious!

This is the face Anson makes when he does his little stoner laugh. “ah-HUUUUUUUH”

Anson Joseph Walter. Distinguished.

There isn’t a face more perfect.

Mother’s Day 2014

The year 2014 marks the third year that Zeb and I have celebrated Mother’s Day, with Me in the starring role of Mother. The year 2014 marks the first year that we’ve had the proof of our parenthood present and accounted for.

In 2012, we were eagerly anticipating the arrival of Baby Dub, aka Hudson Ruth.

In 2013, we were mourning the loss of her, and I was struggling with the awkward quandary of being a mother without a child to be a mother to.

And then, today.

The only Walter getting breakfast in bed was Anson.
Nobody slept in.
Everybody is blissfully happy.

I have found myself thinking often of what an awesome world we would live in if we had 22 month old Hudson today as well as 3 month old Anson. These two would have made a dynamic duo of trouble-making. Hudson would have been inquisitive, unhelpful-by-trying-to-be-helpful, loving, gentle and wonderful in her role as Big Sis. Anson would have doted on this Other Woman in his life, and would have grown up to be as protective of her as her father would have been. The world of Anson-PLUS-Hudson would have been paradise.

Who knows if I would have known how good we had it. Who knows if I would have taken this gift for granted. I’d like to think I would have cherished every day with the same fervor that I try to now.

We have much to cherish.

Tickles and giggles with Uncle B and cousin C

Future best friends.

Couple-a dudes sitting on the couch

That juicy smile!

That’s the Dub in him coming out!

A precious keepsake of Anson’s first Mother’s Day