Wilted blooms from the posy Lalie gave her sister at her birth // that look - complete adoration // little rag doll sisters; naturally dyed and handmade by a local textile artist
I'm not quite sure what happened to September. Marguerite is one month old today and I can hardly believe it. She's already so much bigger (12 pounds!) and more alert - the beautiful newborn days are slipping away so fast and I'm starting to see glimpses of that next happy-chubby-baby stage. We've had a few adorable little smiles from this delightful little girl who seems so content with her new life in this great big world (especially when in mums arms or in the sling).
Having daughters is pretty amazing... seeing the girls together makes my heart swell. My own sister (who I miss dearly - hi Stephie!) is such a treasure and I'm happy that our girls will get to experience that kind of bond too.
Lalie's love for and acceptance of her sister was immediate and unconditional. She's not bothered by her crying... she sings to her, plays with her tiny hands and feet and asks to hold her all the time. It's very, very sweet.