McQuay Memories: {To document - to treasure

I know most people won't even look at or care about these pictures - but I LOVE them. I love the memories that they hold - and I want to remember them forever. I need to cherish these days that seem to drag on forever (with a messy house, dinner half way done, babies crying, kids running throughout the house, and nearly every piece of clothing on the floor where the laundry basket should be instead of holding the clean folded clothes from a week and a half ago that I haven't put away yet. Too real? Too bad.) and yet go by so fast (it seems like yesterday I was cheering on Evette for rolling over and now Miriam is starting to pull herself up and cruise along - how does that even happen? Where did my first snugly newborn go? How is it even possible that I have two kids?!).

My hope and dream for this blog is that I'll be able too look back and see these pictures, and the memories will flood back, I'll remember the feelings. I'll remember their little hands, their snotty noses, sweaty heads after running around. Everything.

I want to breathe in these children - they are my life. Every little thing they do I thrive on. The ridiculously long nail on Miriam's pinkie finger because she hates getting her nails cut so I can never get to them all and I always forget to start with that nail. THAT is something that I want to remember. The way the Evette scrunches up her nose and her eyes sparkle when she's being sneaky. THAT is something that I want to remember.

So although sometimes I feel silly posting dozens and dozens of pictures of nothing in particular, THESE are the things I really want to remember.

Daddy filling up the car with gas and making faces at Miriam.

This big girl sitting up and playing during church

Being mesmerized by mushrooms that popped up over night.

Post-nap snuggles

Excessive accessorizing

This adorable messy face

Picnic in the parks

Slides with Daddy

Playing dress up - look at how Evette is looking at Miriam - pure love.

She LOVES to snuggle. Always snuggling - always nuzzling, always loving.

Messy face.

How this stud of a husband runs ridiculous distances in a ridiculously short amount of time and is smoking hot.

Evette is obsessed with band aids. One time during nap time she snuck into the closet and started bandaging herself up and all of her dolls. I took them away, and put them higher into the closet. I came up later and found her bandaging herself up again - this time she took her chair and stacked books precariously on it and scaled the shelf to get more band aids. Crazy kid.