duke is 9 months old. what?! i say this in every monthly update but how is this possible? he is walking behind his little walker toys, has 3 teeth- 2 on the bottom and 1 on the top, he loves to eat and wants what everyone else is having-not baby food, he is such a snuggle bug and i loooove it!
mila is almost 3 and the biggest joy to our hearts. we are taking her to disneyland in 3 weeks. it's going to be a blast! duke will be staying home with my parents so we can fully enjoy every joyful second with her. she can count to 13, recite her abc's, knows all her colors and many shapes, loves to do flashcards, color and paint, requests to watch Doc McStuffins and Sofia the First A LOT and has a mile long list for Santa. but don't tell her she has to sit on his lap because that is not going to happen. she is requesting daddy's lap and handing him the list instead of telling the big guy what she'd like.
i had someone tell me the other day that she read my blog, like months and months back (scary), and loved how real i was. how honest my words were. that was a compliment to me and made my heart happy. i try to be as real as possible. in my words here, my photos on instagram and the links i share on my fb feed. which is all i do on fb. life is messy. life is happy. life is so many things but one thing it is definitely not? perfect. i browse instagram a lot and i come across all kinds of lives. i don't think of them as a 'feed'. to many people, they are lives. pictures of the daily. in and out. up and down. some are the most artistic photos. some are the nitty gritty-tears, poop, hardship, laughs. mine is all of those. i don't ever want to portray that the daily is perfect-without flaw, without tears and poop and laughter and love. my daily is a mix of it all and i hope that if you take away anything from my words here or photos there, it's that this life i have is real.