Ellery: waiting for the eclipse
Aubrey: he makes sweetest little faces
The eyes edition.
The big boy: Mister Intensity at large. It is increasingly difficult to get a shot of the pant-less wonder, let alone something portrait-worthy. He is telling me here not to take his photo, a regular scenario these days.
The small boy: more alert and engaged, and settling into a predictable routine with his sleep times. A more settled little being than his brother was, dare I blog it. I want to bottle his velvety-skinned lusciousness. And this expression.