You can go to my flickr page to read a little back-story on this photo and why I love, and also struggle with, my Josie Boo.
This project has been amazing so far, with 13 members posting, from all walks of life and from all over the country. We are always glad to have more join us, to comment, talk photo, talk life, whatever. Our group is here.
And as I type this, one group member is actually bringing a new life into the world tonight (we hope). Congrats Scott and Shelby! Can't wait to see your baby boy in life and in photos!
Join us on the 365_Project! Our flickr group is up and can be found here. Four beautiful members already. We are just missing you (and whomever you'd like to invite to join)!
Josie has taken the initiative to potty train (sometimes).
I hope she doesn't hate me for posting these, but they so perfectly capture her right now: obsessed with princesses and plastic heels. Where did my baby go?
You are amazingly complicated, funny, smart, and naughty. Your love for me is fierce. But we all know you also love your big sister very much, and Dada, whom you talk about more than anyone during the day.
You sing and dance all the time. I watch you make up little routines. Tonight you danced around on the landing after your bath, singing, "I'm a bad robot." You fell asleep with your ballet slippers on.
Everywhere you go you tote a stuffed animal kitty cat and your blankie. Your blankie is so rank, gray and smelly, no matter how much we wash it. You don't care; it is a fixture.
You have started to tell us stories about a life you had before, when you were bigger.
When I was bigger, I had a purple chihuahua.
When I was bigger, I married Zia in a pink and purple striped wedding dress.
I was Nahla, an African drummer.
When I was bigger I played Red Sox with my friend Connie.
You love to help me. You will clean up, wipe down the table, cook with me, sweep, and throw everyone's trash away. You tell me often how much you like to help.
You get very angry very fast. You become unreasonable in an instant, unreachable.
We have to sing you two songs every night: Pay Me, You Owe Me and Down By the Riverside. You have begun to draw people. You love Abbey but never want her to be near you. You walk around with Bea's chapter books under your arm, and want so badly to be able to read.
You and Bea have finally become friends. You certainly fight and drive each other crazy, but day in and day out, you two are together. You want to be together. You play wildly, but it is so full of fun and love.
You love this song right now. You heard it while driving around Long Island with Julia and Nigel.
This morning, while Bea was in school, Josie and I went to the arboretum to get some fresh air and sunshine. It had been raining for a couple days, but it felt like weeks, honestly. The sun totally lifted our spirits. And without really trying I found that I could make a rainbow with found plants and objects and one very-much loved purple velvet dress a certain two year-old won't take off. Glorious. Keep it coming!