One of the harder parts of living over a thousand miles away from family is missing out on changes, big and small. Every once in a while, the stars align and I’m able to make it down to San Diego in time for a big milestone like the birth of my youngest nephew, but the small and gradual changes are just as hard to miss. I was able to stick around for about a week after Weston was born and I soaked up as much of his sweet little self as I could since he will be so much bigger the next time I see him. Babies grow at impossible speeds and they grow even faster when you’re gone for months at a time. Kids, too. When we moved four years ago, my niece was still teetering on the edge of toddlerhood and now she’s helping to take care of her younger brothers.
During my last visit with my sister and her kids, I took some photos of their life as it is now. In the house where people are always moving, baby Weston forced everyone to slow down just a bit. As expected, my sister spent most of her time nursing a sleepy newborn. Her older two kids found ways to entertain themselves and managed to make a snack all on their own. The newly promoted middle child had not yet accepted Weston as a permanent addition to the family and kept his distance. It was a relatively peaceful and quiet morning (as quiet as you can get with two kids and a newborn anyway) and I’m glad I was able to capture that before we said goodbye.