A photo of each of my brood, once a week, every week, of 2015.
Dominic, aged 8 weeks: The first thing everyone says about him when they pick him up is always something about his weight. His chunk. His solidness. He seems to be catching up weight wise to all three of his lady cousins.

David, aged 2 years: He calls minions "bee-doo's" as does his sister. He is so smart and yet can't quite master the business end of a horn.

Letteria, aged 4 years: Baby toys no more for this girl. She wants Barbies Barbies Barbies. They cook meals and sit down for dinner. They play house. She does their hair. And by that I mean totally screws it up which hurts my inner OCD.

Past weekly shots here.