When Adeline was a newly walking toddler, I’d take her out and do mini photoshoots with her all the time. She made it so easy! She’d stand still and smile and honestly just seemed to love it! (She still loves pictures, too!) And a lot of my favorite pictures of her now are from that 12-18 month stage! Now that Barrett is around the same age, I knew I needed to get back into the routine of regularly documenting him too. So, last night when the lighting was perfect, and with the cool breeze still lingering around, we headed down to our favorite field and snapped a few photos of our favorite little boy. He’s definitely not as easy to photograph as his sister – he’s a constantly moving target! All he wants to do is walk, explore, and be wherever mama is, so needless to say, getting decent photos of him right now is a bit of a challenge!
Cowboy Barrett makes me want 1,000 more babies, ya’ll. I can’t even handle it! It’s been such a journey welcoming him into our family, and learning this whole boy mom thing and it’s just wild how much my heart has grown. They say you can’t imagine it until you have two, and I really think that is true. Especially one of each gender. It’s the hardest thing to explain, but Barrett just melts me in a different way than Adeline ever did. I don’t know what it is! He’s just my little boy, my little man, and I feel like we just have a different bond. And these pictures of him in his little cowboy boots and plaid button up shirt…OH EM GEEEEE be still my heart. I could literally eat.him.up.
Bear Bear, you are the PERFECT 4th corner of our family, and it’s been so much fun getting to know you over these past 14 months! Your giggles give us a glimpse of what Heaven must be like, and your chubby cheeks that jiggle when you walk are as jolly as Santa’s belly. You love me the most still, but Sissy is a very close second. You’re a snuggle monster, but headstrong and determined. Daredevil could be your middle name, and you’ve already given us a million heart attacks. Your vampire teeth are finally filling in, and your molars are coming in fast and furious. Somedays, I think you are your Daddy’s mini-me, and you are certainly equally as goofy. Now, please stop growing up, please and thank you!
We love you, Cowboy Barrett!