The Last Day Bowie was Four

After dinner I asked Bowie if I could take one last picture of him before the sun went down, one last picture of him as a 4-year old. He agreed first saying he wanted to do a silly photo, then saying a sweet one. I got a sweet one. His smile is a bit unnatural as he is posing, but I found it so darling that he was willing.

Today we went grocery shopping and got supplies for his birthday dinner- escargot, artichokes, crab legs and turtle cheesecake (a close approximation of the dinner he wanted when he turned 3). He told everyone that would pause for a conversation about his birthday dinner, our plans to go to a waterpark, how he shares his birthday with my mom, what he "knows" he's getting for a present (spy transformer that turns into a police motorcycle; I hope I got that right!)- such a charmer he is, and I can see it there in that smile for me.

from FOUR to FIVE

It's been almost a year since my last post. Bowie was just barely four. I decided to take a break from blogging. Wanted more actual, less virtual. Wanted to think more about living authentically and publicly. Wanted less time at the computer.

I felt both relieved and lost without blogging. So I think I'm back for another try at sharing my mothering journey and our family's adventures and evolution, but with perhaps less frequency. Hello again!