The pictures on the walls.

Something is missing from my home.

Pottery Barn furniture. Pinterest worthy decor. Nice things. Yeah, those all are missing. But that’s not what I’m talking about.

It’s pictures of my kids.

Emma’s brand new wrinkly forehead cupped in Scott’s hands. Kate’s toothless smile with drool all over her chin. A blurry curly-haired toddler running in a field. A little girl’s foot slipping into her mommy’s red high heels. No, you won’t find any of those pictures displayed in the house.

You see, my kids age in the frames on the walls. I switch the pictures out every year. The kids you see displayed are the kids you see running down the stairs to greet you. Or the kids you see riding their bikes around the neighborhood.

Those kids are sitting across from me as I type. They are doing their homework. It’s a Sunday night. We’re huge procrastinators. They have no idea I’m taking peeks at their sweet faces from behind the computer screen. Oh, now they’re fighting. I’m staring at the words coming out of their mouths. Stop it.

I don’t see the change. All I see is mine. They are the same faces that were placed in my arms 5 and 8 years ago. Well, they have teeth now. Teeth that come with bad morning breath. Their legs are longer. So are their fingers. Emma wore my flip flops today. They smell like my coconut soap after a bath instead of Johnson’s lavender sleepy time soap. The baths will probably change into showers soon. And Kate told Scott she wanted big boobies before breakfast.

But this.



I miss those babies. They disappeared. They should be on a milk carton. I don’t like looking at milk carton babies on the walls of my home.

Yeah, I know. They are right here in front me fighting about whose homework is easier. It’s Kate’s. She’s younger. Stop it. 

And no, I don’t want another one. This is not a “I want another baby” post because oh I still see that picture of breast milk leaking through my dress at Scott’s best friend’s wedding. Nope. Done. 

I just miss those two.

But we have these two.

And in 10 years these two will be milk carton kids too. Kate will probably have her big boobies. And Scott will still have that look on his face.


Do you display recent pictures of your kids? Or do you leave them little milk carton babies? Do you still have pictures displayed from another time? Do you try to live in the moment?


10 thoughts on “The pictures on the walls.

  1. Hahaha, I miss my little milk carton babies too, but I love them more now than ever, as I’m sure you do. Those girlies of yours are too cute. I sort of feel for Scott, especially if Kate gets those big boobs. I don’t worry for Kate though because she can handle a bow or a gun, right? Lol.


    1. I feel sorry for Scott too. This is going to be a giant house of estrogen, all on our periods together. Sorry I mentioned the P word.

      I’m sure Scott will be teaching Kate how to use a bow and a gun.


  2. I display both as they grow and current. Trust me, when you bury a child, you want to relish every stage and be able to look at each one with fondness. I am pregnant with blessing number 7 and love to look at how each of my children have such similarities. (I must write on the back of pictures name and date, so I know who is who, especially when they’re babies and toddlers, otherwise I would not be able to tell the difference! I love going into other people’s homes and seeing years of photo’s on walls and tables, piano’s, etc and be able to see their sweet ones growing up.


    1. Oh, I am sorry for your loss. No parent should ever have to bury a child. Your home must have love covered on every wall. 🙂 Congrats on baby number 7! I love how big families help each other out as they grow up.


  3. My girls are 5 and 9, and I mostly have recent pictures of them on display. There are a few younger ones sprinkled here and there, but, yeah, they make my heart ache a little. So I like your plan! And, oh, man – I do not want another baby!!! Sometimes I look back and wonder who that woman was who had those two babies at my house…


    1. Aw, our girls are so close in age! I’m glad I’m not the only one that gets a little sad looking at their baby faces.
      I feel like my girls are good “kid” ages. Independent but still kids.


  4. Lovely – we have a photo book in he souk room of photos taken each year at the same place going back to 2004 when they were 6 and 18 they were sweet than and sometimes now they’re sweet. And then there are a couple of frames on them living room but that it. Football photos – varsity team – came home tonight – looking grown up with a serious face….. They grow up fast


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