Today I'm revisiting Summer 2006. I'm in a Summer mood and always love a good flash back on Friday.
This was taken on Moojie's 8th birthday, so Zita is 3 and a half and Freddy is 3 months. He looks about the size that Seb is now at 6.5 months.
I wonder which child helped with the frosting.
Freddy at 7 months. Seb now plays in this contraption known as an excersaucer every morning while I empty the dishwasher and make sandwiches.
I don't know how old Freddy is here, but Sebby also loves the cheek-to-cheek squish. Who doesn't? It's one of the best parts of baby love.
Sweet little Zita.
I know; I'm dying too at the site of Moojie as an 8 year old. We were apparently establishing the cheek-to-cheek squish from early on.
This was the year that he started jumping. He did his first jump when I was in the hospital having Freddy. As much as I'm embracing this new Rugby phase, I miss seeing Mooj up on a horse week after week.
We went to Porto Covo that Summer when Freddy was 3 months. I don't want to say that I long for "the good ol' days" because the days are still so good to us, and golden beyond compare.
