We're officially counting down the days until Everly's first birthday (3 days!), and as I was going through my camera to organize her weekly pictures I came across these. I took them the other day while Lyla napped. Our girls tend to have pretty opposite nap schedules right now, which can sometimes be a drag but for the most part I really enjoy the chance to spend some one-on-one time with each of my babies.
This particular day Evie and I were playing in her room, and I was just mesmerized watching her crawl around the room, looking back constantly to throw me a big grin and giggle. We played peek-a-boo and I tickled her tummy and she flopped around showing off just how cozy her blankies were. I just soaked up all of her Evie Sis goodness - I had forgotten how much I love this one year old age.
I could honestly have stared at her little feet and round tummy and precious, angelic face all day long. But I think I've decided that her little hands are my favorite. There's something about baby hands, the way even they have that buttery baby chub, those tiny dimples and the tenderness they have when they lay those little hands on you. I'll never forget the way she'd lay her hand on my chest as she nursed, giving me little pets the whole time.
There's something so soft and delicate about their hands. And pretty amazing too, all the stages they go through so quickly. From tiny baby fists, to finally stretching those fingers out, to clumsily grabbing at things, to carefully pinching little puffs and pointing out every little thing they see.
I heard once that our fingerprints are created by rubbing our finger tips on our mother's womb while we are formed. I love that so much - one of many permanent bonds we have with our mamas, created before we even met each other. And don't you dare tell me that's just an old wive's tale.