** a portrait of my child once a week, every week, for a year **


My crazy little guy.  We have spent many evenings and Saturday afternoons at the new house, watching dada work.  You walk around with abandon, oblivious to all the many things you could hurt yourself with.  I finally figured out to bring the play yard. I put a whole container of toy balls in there with you, and you spent most of your time throwing them out for me to fetch and throw back in.  At least I know there aren’t any nails in there…