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"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014."

August: So this isn't a portrait. It's a video. But it is an accurate representation of August's everyday. Being this pregnant with a toddler is in many ways the hardest thing I've ever done. August is busy and lively and wants to run and play and do, but his beached whale of a mother honestly wants nothing more than to sit on the couch with her swollen ankles up reading birth forums and dreaming of going into labor. At the end of each day, I usually cry about all the playing and joy Gus and I am missing out on by me being so big and so uncomfortable and so not the super fun mom I really want to be. But then sometimes. Sometimes. I look through my phone and find darling videos of my happy, oblivious, sweetsweet son and I thank the Lord for carrying us through and for all the good. 

Baby: Jared and I went on a babymoon for a day while my sister-in-law cared for Gus. We mostly just shopped, ate, talked about our kids, and kissed on all the escalators. It was like a dream. And one thing that kept running through my mind was the image of this man holding our daughter in a matter of weeks. Oh. You guys. I just. can't. even.