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Sarah Reinhart  Mama of 6. Writer. ๐Ÿ““ Photographer. ๐ŸŒ… Middle school ELA teacher. ๐Ÿค“ Louisville native. โœŒ๏ธ

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Every one should have one of these sleeping on their couch. Like aromatherapy, but better. Brings some peace to the space. #dorothydaily

Teddy squared. ๐Ÿป๐Ÿป(I could not help myself.) ๐Ÿ˜‚

You know it's going to be a great Friday when there's one less poopy diaper you personally have to change this morning. ๐Ÿ˜‚ After some practice and step-by-step watching me do it, I'm happy to say this is another baby task I think I've outsourced! I have some excellent helpers. ๐Ÿ‘

Oscar and a somewhat skeptical Teddy B.

Three weeks! Three weeks today since that little one in the middle joined our family (though I feel she's always been a part of us.) Dottie Claire, you are so loved, so treasured. Happy three weeks to you. ๐ŸŒŸ

Dottie's first zoo day. Really enjoying hanging out with my two littlest. ๐Ÿ’•

Over the weekend, Dottie graduated from newborn sized diapers to size 1. Isn't she filling out? ๐Ÿ˜Š Tracks faces with her eyes. Loves looking at people and listening. While holding her this morning, Matilda remarked "Wow, she's really coming alive!" ๐Ÿ˜‚ I agree. Also, I swear Dot knows her name. Tomorrow she is 3 weeks old. ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜ฎ

Before Mitchell and I started having children, I had a dream that we had three daughters. This is no joke. In the dream I saw them playing in the backyard of my childhood home. Out they ran through the door from the kitchen to the deck. Down the steps. I just watched them run together and play. I stood at the window in the kitchen and looked out at them holding hands, running. That was it, the extent of the dream. I never saw their faces, just the backs of their heads bobbing together. One of them had long dark hair. One of them had little blonde curls. And honestly, I don't remember how the third appeared, just that there were three.
Then our first baby was a boy. Our second baby was a boy. I loved my two baby boys, of course. I wasn't sure how many children we'd wind up with, but at that point I figured, well, we're going to have all boys. Many times in those early motherhood days, I also thought back to my dream and figured it was symbolic, not literal. Or maybe it was just crap? Just a dream.
What I didn't realize eleven years ago was that perhaps I was only seeing the trees, not the forest. A portion of the painting, not the masterpiece. How could I know the bigger picture from my vantage point in 2005?
I couldn't.
Isn't it funny that the picture we're painting during life doesn't always make sense brush stroke by brush stroke, but as the scenes emerge more fully--it does? Each stroke a decision, a life choice, that compounds, merges, overlaps, fuses with the others you've colored in to make perfect, beautiful sense. I think back to my dream now and what can I do but smile? Every day I tell Dorothy how happy I am that she's here with us. This portrait. Three sons and three daughters. I couldn't have dreamed it any better.
The older I grow, the more I realize how little I see of the bigger picture all at one time. How little of this masterpiece/painting, this landscape/forest, is complete in this moment. And to be patient! I'm appreciative, so gratified, to from time to time have a peek at what I'm creating from a broader angle. It's a great reminder to, on occasion, zoom out and refocus before zooming back in. (Taken with timer and tripod.)โค

I took some pictures of the kids today. My goal being to get all six of them together in the same space. Catch a decent one of them all together? Maybe?
I had my fingers crossed we could pull it off. And we did! But, I won't lie. It wasn't easy. You've heard the expression "herding cats"? Yeah, we herded. There were tears and maybe even one kid with a concussion. Matilda picked Mabel up and spun her around at the same time Oscar was diving onto the floor. Matilda tripped. Mabel's head went into the wall. Like, left a softball sized indentation in the wall. I yelled. Mitchell yelled. Holy crap, can you guys just STAND STILL? I did take a few of them together, but then this totally unscripted moment happened. This candid. โค

When will I learn? The best stuff always happens when it isn't forced. The best stuff always happens on its own. The best stuff just freaking happens.
My six babies all together.

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"Come on, let's see how you walk. You can do this. You're a little young, but you're still a strong, independent woman, Dorothy." ๐Ÿคฃ

She watches and listens to everything so intently. Oh, that wittle face. ๐Ÿ’—