A photo of each of my brood, once a week, every week, of 2015.
Dominic, aged 11 weeks: This was the week in which he decided to give up on his anti-bottle strike and drink away. It had been weeks since he had one, and I was trying daily and sweating our Saturday night plans of leaving the kids. My sister just has the magic touch I guess. Three and a half blissful child free hours were ours!
David, aged 2 years: He has been very in to The Lorax lately. He asks for it constantly with severe pronunciation on the 'ax'. He might be turning into a wee bit of a tree hugger, his eyebrows crease and he just looks so very concerned when he asks if the Once-Ler is a bad guy during this song. Since he loves to read I also got him the book because... books are better than movies.
Letteria, aged 4 years: Mothering and hovering and clinging. There have been so many children around lately, from infants to just barely crawlers to unsteady walkers and she has been in charge of them all. My mother calls this "payback" but I have no idea what she is referring to. Letty has also perfected the art of the 1-2-3 countdown for anyone who doesn't bide her wishes.
Past weekly shots here.
