"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2016."
flynn:: today we were talking and i put my hands on his shoulders. i couldn't believe how strong they were. his face is looking older all the time. his body takes up so much physical space in our house.
birdie:: we hosted brunch and he assigned himself the role of official greeter. there was a little greeting, but mostly there was running around, doling out animal facts and offering to entertain by sucking on lemon wedges.
indy:: i've noticed we're nursing a little less these days, although the requests still come with the same demanding, forceful hand squeeze gesture high overhead and are now accompanied by "Maaaaaa!" otherwise he can be found begging to have the record player turned on, hoarding spatulas, dropping food into the bunny's cage or this: standing at the sink in the bathroom, peacefully pouring water onto the floor. i'll always remember this day when flynn and i were both forced to read in the bathroom (him curled up in the shower stall, me cross legged on the toilet) for over an hour so indy could get his sink time in.
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