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

Sol (18 months 3 weeks): is obsessed with there's a wocket in my pocket and makes me read it over and over and over again, keeps going his "office" when he needs to ahem, use the facilities and developed some new dance moves in the way of a shoulder shuffle.

Atticus (4 years 5 months 3 weeks): nearly dissolved into endless giggles on our recent excursion to see Mr. Molecule at Wolf Trap, is having a bit of a revival with Rachel Platten (complete with the "Go Hillary" bit at the end) on the daily and has started inserting the word "perhaps" into sentences when he asks me for something ("Mom you could look for a stop watch for me, perhaps?")