the third

Oh Ivy Mae.

I have to remind myself you are probably your father’s daughter. haha.

If there is a sweeter age than the fifteen months pictured below, I’m not sure I know it. This little butter ball is truly sweeter than strawberry pie and becoming spunkier than… a hot pepper? I was flipping through a baby name book and saw, ‘unlike the more demure Lily and Rose, Ivy is vigorous and self assured,’ and I was like, can I get an amen?

She often melts me, surprises me, causes me to snort and shake my head and squishes me. I do believe that she will take independence to a new level around here. But at the same time, she’s still a very be-by-you child who wants to be held much of the time and will find me when I’m sitting in my chair and climb up to honk noses together and laugh and just sit.

She adores her siblings, gives free hugs and kisses,  and is already getting the baby bounce rhythm down. She’s very communicative, be it with words, gestures, or some serious facial expressions (this is where we snort and shake our head, or hide our faces in our hands so she can’t see us die laughing).

As of now, she is our spark plug. And we love the spunk she brings to our family.

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Ivy Mae. These pictures melt me. I made a book of them for you so that you can look back and see when you were the baby of the family. I hope you see how we adore you and I pray that no matter what life throws you, you keep that spunk. I love you baby girl.

(Photos by the one and only Lisa Maksoudian).

About A Story of Us

My grandparents 57th wedding anniversary and my first wedding anniversary motivated to journal the adventures life brought our way . I hope to amuse the friends and family I have all over the country and, when I am my grandmothers age, look back at what I have written and chuckle. It's been four years since I began and the snickers I bring myself as I look back propel me to write on. Cheers to the future and happy memories of the past.
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