A picture of my children, once a week, every week, for a year.
Atticus (4 years 1 months 2 weeks): teeters between wanting to do everything for himself and not being able to put his damn shoes on his feet, after a long day (even when i finally yelled at him after asking him nicely to put on his shoes 10 times!) he still wants to cozy up on the couch with me, and told me about James K. Polk is really Janes Knox Polk, mom. Duh.
Sol (1 year 2 months 1 week): called out "MOM!" as clear as a bell when I came home from work the other night (what a way to come home!), can throw a ball surprisingly well for a half-scheuer and is becoming a weensy bit territorial of me when Atticus wants to read a book with us. Insert screams, hair pulling, and shoving.
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