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A picture of my children, once a week, every week for a year.

Atticus (4 years 4 months): sleeping 12 hours a night and waking up by saying "good morning mom, good morning dad, good morning sol," randomly will have a pretty epic meltdown that reminds me he's still just a little boy and asked Nelson to cut his hair in the shape of a triangle.

Sol (16 months 3 weeks): is pretty obsessed with all things citrus(when I said aloud "where are the oranges?" Sol found them in the fridge and handed them to me), can put the train tracks together like nobody's business and looks at me all gaga in love when I sing the ABC's.