Ellery: engrossed, and refusing to take off the new art smock, a gift from his cousins
Aubrey: a twinkle in his eye, and out comes his brother's old Sophie
Oh dear. Redeeming myself after falling off the portrait wagon.
Nana came to stay last week. Whatever she did to the big boy, it's working. The tantrums have been quite manageable this week. He is such a beautiful kid when he is not so moody. And so grown up all of a sudden. Two more weeks of two.
The small boy has the teething sads. Bigtime. Poor fellow. So unusual for this happy lad. Just shy of five months. Ever since he was born, I've been daydreaming and wondering, wondering and daydreaming about another baby. It's very unlikely, although he is the kid that could convince me. I am so torn about him being the last.