A photo of each of my brood, once a week, every week, of 2015.

Dominic, aged 3 months: Winter babies are always so covered up right? I say turn that temperature up and take those clothes off, baby of mine. Give me the chubby arms and legs and belly anytime. My squishy.

David, aged 2 years: We have taken the Lorax obsession to a whole other level. If it could be on repeat the entire day David would be just alright with that. He likes it on the tv and also on the iPad simultaneously. He likes to dance. He likes those trees. It's becoming alarming when I hear him speaking along with the movie. And when I hear the songs in my sleep... How ba-a-a-ad can I be?

Letteria, aged 4 years: She learned a prayer at her preschool that has taken months to become translated to anything resembling an actual prayer. It's kind of adorable, although I'm sure my siblings are tired of opening and shutting every time we break bread together. She loves to lead prayer and I figure that's a good thing and I hate leading prayer soooo. Winner. 

Past weekly shots here.