“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014.”
ethan: you returned home from cub camp tired & grumpy & argumentative. we let this bother us & we all bickered instead of letting you decompress. you needed to be on your own, to relax, to be 9. the beach worked wonders, i’m sorry your dad & i didn’t give you enough space yesterday, we will try harder xx
nixon: those eyelashes. a hard week. up for hours at night, nose and eyes running but always in the best of moods, you are the sweetest baby {in a non-huggy, non-snuggly kind of way}. your big brother adores you and instantly forgets his complaints/attitude/frustrations when he holds you. he is holding you a lot lately now that i think about it!
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