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Nova’s 3rd Birthday

23 Sep

Our move is one day away! While our future is pressing on us, I can’t help but keep looking back.


In June our eldest lass turned 3. We held her party at the Kerrisdale Community Center (quite far from us, but the only ones with space left) and it was a REALLY lovely venue. The staff was fantastic, the playroom (plus bouncy castle) was amazing. And everything ran exactly as it should! My cupcakes turned out, thankfully. Our darling friends Stamata and the male half of the DGs took all of the photos. I cannot thank them enough.

After the disaster of attempting meringue icing for Lux’s birthday cake and finally settling (at about 4am) for a regular boxed cake which had me in tears contemplating my sure dismissal as a mother, I went for a much simpler dessert. Vanilla Cupcakes with Vanilla Buttercream Icing. They turned out SO WELL. I think I’m especially proud of myself considering that a) I generally despise baking which b) makes me not very good at it and c) I don’t even eat sweets!!! They turned out wonderfully and the icing piped out just the way I wanted it to! My Mom helped decorate them with sprinkles and glitter and Nova’s Extra Special 3rd Princess Party Birthday was underway.





Prior to cupcakes Janet and Stamata and I got together and crafted enough felt crowns and wands to supply all of the kids for about 100 years. Ha. It was so fun to get together with those ladies and chit chat over glue guns, and the crowns and wands turned out wonderfully!!!



My sister flew in from Saskatoon a couple of days before-hand and we went thrift shopping to find her the perfect Princess party dress! We totally scored, and she ended up in something that only needed a little altering (thanks Mom!!!) and was the twin to Nova’s Disney Princess Sofia party dress!


My baby sister is a total rock star.

It was a great day with an incredible turnout of Nova’s pals and ours. I’ll never cease to be amazed or grateful for all of the family and friends who come, children in tow or not, to open up their hearts to us. Our girls may not understand concepts right now like “love”, “family” and “community”, but I see it in the way that they give hugs and high fives, the way they warm up to the people who walk through our door, and in the way that they could care less about gifts and spend all of their time running around, laughing, playing, and of course…fighting. They really have the greatest support network I could have ever hoped for, and I’m so thankful for this family that they will be able to draw comfort from as they grow older. There really is no greater gift in all the world. Thank you all, so very, very much.

2014 Nova Bday

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We love you all so very much, and that won’t ever change, whether we’re in Saskatchewan, or British Columbia, or if you’re in Africa, or China. Hopefully those feelings are making their way to you.

And as for our incredible 3 year old? I think I just said it all. We watched her spend her 2 year old days figuring out how to communicate, how to relate to other people her own age, older, and younger, and navigating the testy waters of boundary testing and discovery. There were some injuries, some tears, and a lot of laughs. She’s gotten a little more cuddly (to my extreme delight) and is responding to our gentle nudging when it comes to a love of film with a gusto that fills my heart with joy. Some of our favorite moments happen when we watch old favorites of mine (The Land Before Time, most recently), and new favorites of hers (Tangled). She’s more interested in artwork than storylines and you can see the little cogs turning in her brain when we lay out all of the previously screen, appropriate movies she’s allowed to watch. She surprised me not long ago by choosing My Neighbor Totoro…and then Howl’s Moving Castle. I keep waiting for movies to frighten her, or to have some sort of adverse affect, but she asks questions and sings along with the songs and seems to understand that they’re simply not real. I think she’ll be a difficult child to trick. Even at Christmas, she pointed out “Grandpa” with no illusions that Santa Claus had just walked through our front door.

We’re working on the part of her that’s a bit of a control freak. I want to foster that trait into one that is conducive to leadership, rather than bullying. I hope that she will find strength in her confidence and independence. She’s cautious but fearless (unless we’re discussing flying insects), she can trace most letters of the alphabet and we’re working on free handing it, she knows all the words to all of her favorite songs and she insists on doing thing in her own time, without any pushing or cajoling. It’s been a great exercise in patience for me, to learn to give her the time and space she needs to develop, and she rewards me with the things she knows I crave most. Little kisses on my eyelids, requests to have me sing to her before she goes to bed, and very recently, “Hey! Hey! Hey! I love you.”

The challenge of learning to live with someone whose personality is so reflective and still so different from my own has been one that I genuinely look forward to just about every day. I can’t wait to see what she’ll say, learn, and want to do. Her imagination is starting to form, although I’m sorry to see she is a pragmatist like her mother, and not a dreamer like her Dad. Toy puppies are named “Dog” and her one baby doll is named “Baby”. Ha. She’s very good at problem solving but hesitant to try things until she’s sure she can get them right. (Dan and Regan both witnessed this while attempting to do a puzzle with her. She watches and watches and watches and a week later, I don’t have to help her with a single one. She figured out the pattern and memorized the best way to complete them and nails it every time.) I can already see a creative twinkle in Lux’s eye that I’m very excited to explore!

I love how opposite my children are and how they are growing to love one another. Nova is teaching Lux her ABC’s and I listened to her singing them the other night before bed, then asking Lux to mimic her. “Okay…you try it.”

She’s turning out to be a wonderful big sister and hopefully, a great friend. We’re still working on sharing, and when she’s tired, all bets are off. Her visceral response to new people could use some work, ha, but kids grow up and out of the screaming, biting, and grabbing with a little (lot) of gentle redirection and of course, our being mindful that we are setting the example. Every time she says, “please” or “thank you” or “excuse me” I feel a deep sense of pride.

She’s only 3, but I can’t wait to see what else she has in store for us.

Happy Birthday, my incredible Nova. We love you more than should be humanly possible.









April 2014

27 Jun

For Christmas this year I drew my brother’s name in our Secret Santa draw. Ummm…excellent. My brother and I share an affinity for dork culture that is unparalleled by the other members of our immediate family. So I bought him a 3-day, VIP pass to the 2014 Vancouver Fan Expo. He was pretty excited. I think he was more excited that I also bought MYSELF a ticket, and that our buddies Stamata and AJ would be there to hold our hands lest we get too excited and maul a favorite celebrity. (In this case, the headliner was Bruce Campbell…ummm…AMAZING!)

Bruce Campbell’s accomplishments include both Evil Dead movies and their hilarious trilogy conclusion, Army of Darkness. A recurring role in Xena: The Warrior Princess, guest cameos in the original Spiderman trilogy (thanks to director Sam Raimi, who also had a hand in Xena), an awesome part in the excellent show Burn Notice, and many, many, many other.

Yeah…we were excited. So we loaded up our comic books and dvds and headed to the Convention Center downtown. We had passes for Friday. Saturday, and Sunday. Saturday, Nova and Lux’s grandparents graciously agreed to take them overnight so that Cale could come along to support his super nerd wife. (Something I am eternally grateful for, and why I will continue to go to the gym. Thanks honey.) We had an amazing time, and Cale, being the excellent sport he is, even put on my brother’s Darth Vader costume and entertained the masses with countless photo ops.

Can’t wait for next year!



Representatives of the 501st Legion had an exhibit. My brother is in heaven right now. This guy is giving Cale some costume/character advice. So awesome.


Dr. Who Weeping Angel…as represented by a FOUR YEAR OLD! Parenting: You’re Doing It Right.


I learned so much about Pokemon from this guy all weekend.


I mean come on. Get out of her with your gorgeous self. ❤


I’m happy that this weirdo is related to me.




And of course…Bruce Campbell meet Wayne and Garth. Perfect ending.

In this midst of all of this excitement, we snuck in an Easter Breakfast/Egg Hunt. The whole family was there (minus Jerred and including the DGs) which was pretty fantastic! The girls are becoming more aware of what a “holiday” is. We do presents for Easter (because I do presents for EVERYTHING…whether there’s a reason or not…because I just like to give people things.) so they got some cute dresses, a few new toys, and a buttload of chocolate, much to Nova’s EXTREME pleasure.








Then Nova and I snuck outside while Lux was sleeping and played in my in-laws beautiful back yard.




The month rounded itself out with an annual barbecue with friends that I was happy to attend child-free. It tends to go on into the later hours of the evening and we used to come early so that everyone could see the girls, but I was grateful that I was able to go, stay as long as I liked, and have uninterrupted adult conversation. Sometimes the stories about being married with children are much more entertaining than being forced to witness the reality. HA!


Gorgeous Asia, who would hardly sit still for a photo.




One of these days I’ll be all caught up.

The Names

27 Jul
Nova and Lux Newborn

Photos by Tamara Lakeman Photography and Jillian Kirby Photography.

My daughters have unusual names. That’s usually what people say when they first hear them. “Oh…that’s unusual.” Sometimes, if they’re really feeling nice they’ll swap “unusual” for “unique”. Every once in a while we encounter someone who OHMYGODLOVESITSOMUCH and those times are especially awesome. But mostly, I know they are unusual. I’m not offended when someone doesn’t like them, although one hopes that in such a situation the other party wouldn’t EXPRESS their dislike too openly. Let’s not forget…a lot of time, sweat, tears, anxiety, late nights pouring over baby books and internet lists, and of course, love, went into the selection of my children’s names.

I won’t lie. I mostly left naming them up to my husband. It felt like too much pressure for me and I have a tendency to over think these sorts of things. The man I married has wonderful intuition, and he is much more impulsive than I am, but surprisingly picky when it comes to names. I trusted him completely. We agreed that he could take the lead when it came to first names, and I would take on the much less noticeable but still meaningful task of selecting middle names, with spousal approval on both counts, of course.

I know that there is a lot of curiosity when it comes to unusual names, and I’m sure that out of sheer willpower and a modicum of social etiquette people often refrain from asking us, “Why? Why that name?! No really…WHY?!?!?” Let me put your minds at ease. I’ll tell you why…in great and tedious detail.

I hope that someday when my girls ask, “Seriously Mom…why did you slap this monicker on me?” I can direct them here.




Cale informed me prior to our marriage that if we ever had a girl her name would be Nova. I scoffed. It was too weird. I didn’t like it. I didn’t want people to judge me and make fun of her. I didn’t want to tell people my daughter’s name and see that look on their face that says, “Your kid is going to hate you.” I said no. Then we got married, got pregnant, and IT WAS A GIRL! I was totally stumped when it came to names. All of the lists I made as a younger girl slipped through the cracks in my pregnant brain. I wrote out the alphabet with a name I thought I loved beside each letter and threw each list away in revulsion at my own lack of creativity.

“Okay…”, I said, “Nova it is.”

I spent hours and hours and hours staring at my belly. Trying it out. “Nova, Nova, Nova, Nova, Nova.” I whispered it, tried it out while I was doing the dishes, and yelled it as if I were reprimanding my future child for hitting her sibling for the umpteenth time. I still didn’t like it. I searched and searched and searched for an alternative. People asked if we’d chosen a name and I said, “I suppose.” I DID. NOT. LIKE. NOVA!

Then she was born. And I loved it. Just as much as I loved her. I took one look at her little face and thought, “Hi Nova.”


Yes…We named her after the astronomical phenomenon…not the all too popular Chevy Nova, which I didn’t even know existed until after she was born. Wikipedia says,

“A supernova (abbreviated SN, plural SNe after “supernovae”) is a stellar explosion that is more energetic than a nova. It is pronounced /ˌspəˈnvə/ with the plural supernovae /ˌspəˈnv/ or supernovas. Supernovae are extremely luminous and cause a burst of radiation that often briefly outshines an entire galaxy, before fading from view over several weeks or months. During this short interval a supernova can radiate as much energy as the Sun is expected to emit over its entire life span.[1] The explosion expels much or all of a star’s material[2] at a velocity of up to 30,000 km/s (10% of the speed of light), driving a shock wave[3] into the surrounding interstellar medium. This shock wave sweeps up an expanding shell of gas and dust called a supernova remnant.

Nova means “new” in Latin, referring to what appears to be a very bright new star shining in the celestial sphere; the prefix “super-” distinguishes supernovae from ordinary novae which are far less luminous. The word supernova was coined by Walter Baade and Fritz Zwicky in 1931.[4]

Nova was our new baby. The Latin definition of her name was more than accurate, and the stellar connotations suited us just fine, since we’re both night sky nerds. Meaning wise, this was an easy, beautiful choice.


Cale and I are both of European descent. I wanted to pay tribute to our ethnic backgrounds as well as choosing a relatively standard, feminine alternative to Nova. I wanted something that sounded good. I wanted something that had a nice flow to it when you said her full name. And I wanted to tie her to me somehow. Originally, I was going to give her my middle name, which I share with many other women in my family, but there were so many “Nova Lynn/Lin/Lea/Linda”‘s already that I wanted her to be unique.

I chose Anastasia because it’s what Stacey is derived from. It’s long, it’s gorgeous, it has a wonderful meaning behind it, and of course, it’s royal.

Nameberry.com (my saving grace when it comes to names) says,

“Anastasia is no longer a forbidding regal Russian name, but is now seen as a viable — and increasingly popular — American option, elegantly beautiful. Anastasia’s greatest claim to fame is via the “lost” daughter of the last czar of Russia, whose story has been told and retold in books and movies. An old Greek name and also that of an ancient saint–the patron saint of weavers–Anastasia was well used in ancient Britain and in Ireland as well as Russia.”

If you’ve ever met Nova…that royal tendency exhibits itself in the form of an incredibly bossy, independent little lady. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that she was in a position of power in a previous life. She has no problem telling the people in her life what to do.


For the first year of her life Nova slept more than any baby I’ve ever known. She slept in her own bed, in her own room, from 3 months on. She is exactly as you’d expect. Her personality is explosive and overwhelming. She has a small, delicate sort of beauty that completely transforms when she opens her giant mouth and shrieks wildly, destroying everything in her path. She’s as incontinent as a little person with ties to the night can be expected to be. Heaven forbid you disturb her slumber. She is delightful, and amazing, and new, and larger than life. Turns out, Nova suits her perfectly.

I really love the flurry of Nova related texts and facebook tags that followed her birth! Turns out, Nova’s are EVERYWHERE!!! Our family and friends embraced the name as if they’d chosen it themselves and were on the lookout! Apparently, you don’t have to look very hard. Ha.

She also happens to be a mini me! Initially, it looked like her Dad’s genes were leading the race, but as she gets older she is looking more and more like me, solidifying my choice to make her my name-sake. That, paired with her tendency towards introversion (also like me) make me more and more sure that we did the right thing when it came to her name. I have no regrets.


I am on the left, Nova is on the right. Yes…that’s the same dress.




It’s no secret amongst our nearest and dearest that we were crossing our fingers and toes for boys. We wanted an army of male children running around our house, smashing our things and generally causing mayhem. Of course…we have been blessed (or cursed) with two girls. We were SHOCKED to find out that we were having a second girl. My clearly horrendous Mommy intuition was screaming BOY! But no…she was VERY obviously a girl. We were at a complete loss when it came to names.

It had to be short, but unique, but not weird, but pretty, but, but, but, but…

It was too exhausting for me. So I left it up to Cale.

We tossed around Sierra, Maeve, Arya, and Willow. No, no, no, no, no. Nothing was right. Finally…we settled on Sierra. We told everyone we had the name, it was a secret, to be revealed on her birth day, just like Nova’s. But even though I didn’t hate it it just didn’t feel right. Sierra, Sierra, Sierra. No. Back to square one.

Finally, one night before bed, Cale turned to me and asked, “What are a few different words for light in other languages?”

I replied, “In Latin it’s Lux.”

And he said, “That’s it. I love it.”

I…hated it.

Was he serious?!?! Our families were going to HATE it. We were going to be known as “the weird couple whose children hate them”. There was no way I was going to be able to say that out loud to people without feeling like a complete failure as a parent. Really?! We couldn’t just go with Stephanie? Or Laura?!?! What the hell is the matter with us?! I was in agony. It was even worse than Nova. What was I going to tell my Grandmother?! Oh god.

And then she was born. And Lux…in all of her 9lb 3oz glory, opened her eyes and looked at me and I thought to myself, “Hi beautiful, little Lux. I’m so excited to meet you.”


Lux means “light”. It fit all the criteria we needed it to, and it’s more popular than you think.


Lux has two middle names. I was worried that her first name sounded too masculine. Too short and hard, too final. I wanted her to have a middle name that was feminine and graceful and a little tricky to pronounce. I wanted it to be a little complicated, because her first name was so simple.

We chose Calliope.

Since Nova’s middle name essentially contained mine within it,, I wanted Lux’s to be reflective of her father, so we were searching for names beginning with a “Cal/Cale” sound, or containing those specific letters. We both liked Calliope, and it fit the bill. It means “beautiful voice”. “Calliope is the name of the muse of epic poetry — and also the musical instrument on the merry-go-round. Bold and creative, it would not be the easiest name for a girl lacking such qualities.” (Thanks Nameberry.)

The pronunciation was stolen from Grey’s Anatomy, which I began watching at the tail end of my pregnancy. I heard “Cal-eye-oh-pee” spoken sternly from one of the characters and thought, “That’s what her middle name was missing.” We’d both been struggling with saying “Cal-ee-oh-pee”. It just didn’t feel right. The new sound was perfect. Thanks Grey’s. For that, and so much more.

Linda is my middle name. It’s the name I share with so many German matriarchs who have come before me. I will admit that in a panic, I convinced myself that I was never having another girl child, or possibly any children ever again, and couldn’t stand the idea of zero of my progeny continuing the tradition of carrying on this meaningful name (it translates to “pretty”). So it fell to Lux.


Lux…the complete opposite of her sleep loving sister, literally kept us awake for the first 2 months of her life. She REFUSED to sleep. She wanted to be in constant contact with another human being at all times. Rocking, bouncing, eating, talking, cooing, smiling, existing. You couldn’t put her down. My back and legs burned. Our exercise ball came with us EVERYWHERE because the thought of having to use the power of my weak thighs alone to keep her up was incredibly daunting. And she just kept growing!!! She was like a weed! She remained in the 97th percentile for EVERYTHING consistently…and still does! She soaks up sunshine like it’s going out of style. Go figure.

If Nova is tied to the night, then Lux, as her name would suggest, thrives in the day. She STILL wakes up every two hours, without fail, just to smile, eat, and make sure that we’re all still here.

As far as her “beautiful voice”? Trust me…we’ve heard it. We hear it all day long. Chatting, crying, screaming, screeching, laughing, babbling. I LOVE her voice. I love how VOCAL she is. It’s incredible to witness! Plus…she’s just a blonder, blue eyed clone of her Daddy. We nailed it on that front.

Cale and Lux Babies

Don’t let their face shapes fool you. That mouth and nose are ALL her Dad’s. Not to mention the short legs and ridiculously long torso. Give me a break.

Linda tied everything together! The repetition of the “L” made her full name feel complete to me, where before it felt like it was missing something. Although we added it on impulse, I’m so glad that we did. I feel that it’s also a reminder that although her features are much larger than her sisters, her eyes smaller, her cheeks rounder, both of our girls are beautiful. And I hope that sharing a name with me will make her feel special in spite of being the second, or someday, middle child, who so often goes over-looked.

Once again…I have no regrets. And I love seeing her name printed out.

SO! Rest assured gentle readers. These unusual/unique/wonderful/terrible names were not chosen arbitrarily, or even just for the sake of abnormality. We actually DID put a lot of thought, and love, into their selection and low and behold, I am much slower to judge those who favor unusual names as I understand the dilemma, and the private war that happens in a Mommy’s (or Daddy’s) brain while she struggles to find the one word in all the world that will define her child for the rest of its life. It’s not easy, and it’s not without careful discussion and introspection.

So the next time you hear an unusual name, take a minute, and just say that you love it. Leave your criticisms and critiques behind closed doors away from these anxious, loving parents. I guarantee you, no one knows better than they do all of the ways that their parenting can ruin a perfectly wonderful child. In fact…that’s probably a good policy no matter WHAT sort of name you come across…from Alice to A’less.

But don’t be afraid to ask where it came from. It’s my favorite question.

Only one left…Nova – 23 Months

23 Jun


I’m not sure what’s making me more wistful, the fact that my baby is growing up or the fact that we’re almost out of number badges for her monthly photos. Ha. Taking her picture every as a way to document the passage of time has sometimes been a hassle and sometimes been therapeutic and has always been great to look back on. I’m so happy that I have photos of her teeny tiny baby face to lament over at 2am when I can’t sleep, or to pop into a photo album for her to look at someday. I feel proud of myself when I think of her realizing that every month (with the exception of one) I set aside time to hang out with her, just us two, and the camera. Sometimes her Dad or sister will pop in our out depending on the day, but it’s a solid 30 minutes to an hour of Mom watching her play, interact with her toys and books and clothing, and just hanging out. I make an effort to get involved with whatever she is doing multiple times a day, but sometimes shutting her bedroom door and everyone and everything else out is really nice. I can’t wait until my ladies are old enough for “dates” with Mom. Movies, lunches out, tea-time, whatever they’re into. I hope that making it a tradition will mean that when they’re into the double digits and needing space that, even if our hang-outs are paused, they’ll have good memories of them and eventually they’ll kick up again.


But back to Nova. Nova and her awesome, hilarious, spectacular little self. I feel a little bad for her because her birthday will fall on Father’s Day every few years. It’s not a terrible thing, but it means that sometimes her friends won’t be able to attend her birthday party, and sometimes she’ll have to share the day with her Dad, who deserves a little recognition. Heh. But maybe she’ll think it’s cool that BOTH of them get breakfast in bed, and BOTH of them get to watch whatever shows they want, and BOTH of them get to collaborate and decide on our activity for the day. Sometimes we can plan to have big backyard barbecues for Father’s Day that serve as Nova’s birthday party as well! I hope we can make it fun for her and keep any resentment or jealousy to a minimum.



In a fit of crazy, we decided that our big girl was ready for a big girl bed. She was almost 2, after all, and listening to her read books all morning long made us think that maybe she’d like a little more freedom. She took to it like a champ. We had a few tricky transitional days but after she learned how to stay in it (after a few nights sleeping on the floor or sliding off her mattress slowly and waking up confused and irritated) she loves it! Now at nap-time she grabs our hands, all of her blankets, and a couple of favorite books and we all head in to “nay dun” (lie down), “rit stawy” (read stories) and “wok beebee” (rock baby). My over-full Mom heart loves being able to lie my head beside hers and run my fingers through her hair until her eyes get sleepy and she decides it’s time for me to go. “Buh-bye! Nay nay.”



She can say so many things now. She runs around the house babbling like a mad woman but I can UNDERSTAND what she is saying.  I know what book she is reading because of what she SAYS, I can tell what she wants because most of the time she will TELL me. I feel like a whole new world has opened up before us full of untold opportunities and adventures! I love knowing what she’d like to do and watching her little brain at work while I reason with her. “Sorry Nova. No milk right now, but you can have some after your nap.” Woe is the adult who forgets to follow through on a promise though!

I also love watching her form relationships with other children in her life. She knows to be gentle with ALL babies now, not just her own sister. On days when I put her to bed and say, “When you wake up, we get to go see your friend Emery!” She wakes up full of vigor squealing, “Enry! Enry!” and I get so excited by how excited she is to play with her friend!


Life as Nova’s Mom isn’t without it’s challenges, she’s willful, defiant, stubborn, and very good at ignoring me, but the rewards are incredible. When my introverted, independent little girl wants a hug or a cuddle I expect fanfare and choirs of angels to appear and have to calm myself before I give away how excited I am. When she says, “Mum mum Mom” (Love you Mom) all on her own I feel like melting into a giant puddle of goo. The moments where she reminds me that the tantrums are a good thing, and the struggles are just a part of parenting, and that she is infinitely more amazing than frustrating are what make this all worthwhile, and they’re why I was so excited to be a parent. Not because I think I can do it “right” or “better” than anyone else. Not because I can follow every book I read and turn out a cookie cutter kid who will make me proud. No. I have and will make mistakes. I have and will do the wrong thing. I recently read an article by Lea Grover about how no parent is perfect and we all get to parenthood in different ways but in the end we’re the perfect parent for our particular child and that’s definitely worth something.


I don’t always do the right thing, but I always do my best, and whether Nova is 2 or 10 or 25 that will always be true.

“Congratulations, Best Mom in the World. You’re not perfect.
You are as good as anybody can get.”

Only one more photo shoot to go.

Lux – 4 Months

21 Apr


Aside from the lack of sleep, it’s pretty great having a baby in the house. What better reminder to slow down and just enjoy whatever moment you happen to be in? Lying on the floor smiling into her adorable little face is one of the highlights of my day. Her chubby cheeks and dimpled elbows make me want to lie in bed squishing her soft little body for hours…not that she’d let me.


Lux is a little power house! She’s rolling both ways and grasping at her feet as if to say, “Hey! I see you there!” She’s a tough cookie to crack when it comes to laughter but she gives out smiles like free candy at an Easter Parade! She doesn’t take her eyes off of big sis for even a second when they’re in the same room together and visions of her trailing after Nova, wanting desperately to be included in her amazing, inspiring view of the world remind me of my OWN younger sister trailing after ME. I hope that Nova will let her in and that they will be able to share in many amazing experiences together. I know that I’m glad my parents regularly forced me to bring Chantelle along, even if it was sometimes against my own wishes. I’m grateful that now she and I are wonderful friends. And my heart swells a little every time I see her name on our call display.


Lux has such a vast array of expressions! I fear that like her Sagittarius Mama, her emotions will always be evident on the surface of her face. Raised eyebrows, pursed lips, the corners of our eyes crinkling when we find something particularly amusing. I hope she has a deep belly laugh that bursts out of her often. I think she will be funny.


While she continues to grow in great leaps and bounds and the number on the scale increases we’re helping her sit up, hang on to her favorite toys, and indulging her when she tires of sitting in the multitude of children’s seats available in our tiny home. I won’t lie. I’m happy to hold her close any chance I can, and I’m happy that she would gladly sit with her back against my chest for hours if I didn’t have other things to do.

baby siblings

Fantasies of my two girls playing together, fighting with each other, and learning together are never far from my thoughts and I cannot wait to see what sort of relationship develops between them. I have such a different relationship with both of my siblings but each is full of love and laughter and the occasional misunderstanding. I’m so glad that I have two people I can share my upbringing with! We can laugh about our parents idiosyncrasies and come together in moments of hardship. I love the ways in which we are similar and that in spite of growing up in the same house we are still very different people.


Copyright Tamara Lakeman Photography.

I hope that my kids will be glad that they have siblings, because quite frankly, they’re stuck with each other now!