This is my self-lesson for the day in letting go of perfection. I had a clear idea of a shot I wanted with all three of my babes in it, and the pictures all came out kind of like this one--most of them even more unclear. But rather than try again to recreate a "moment", I'm sticking with this one and learning to like it. Next to toes and bums, my other favorite baby body part is the top of their heads. So here are my two sweet baby heads, and probably right about where they're kissing is a baby bum hiding behind the belly.
Wow, might this be my last "belly" Self Portrait Tuesday? As we're nearing the end, I'm having so many mixed feelings of excitement at meeting this new little one, combined with a little sadness about no longer being pregnant, particularly knowing that this will be the last one. As cliche as it is to say this--it really is just an amazing process to experience--each and every little kick feels like a miracle for the first time. And I love the way Calvin and Ezra interact with the belly babe-- Calvin telling the baby all about our family and patting my belly as he walks by me; and Ezra singing into my belly button and saying, "hello baby, baby" all the time, then laying his ear next to my belly button hoping for a response. Lately, he's taken to calling my belly a "watermelon" (which is fitting since my nightly obsession for banana splits has morphed into an insatiable desire for MORE and more watermelon). Anyway, I'm just feeling a little bittersweet about the transition from pregnancy to baby--wanting to hold on to and remember as much as I can about this part of it before the new life begins.