8/52

Ellery: daydreaming under the pandanus

Aubrey: ascending

The week my baby turned one.

The week we had ex-tropical cyclone Marcia pass through.

Cabin fever. Cake. And climbing.

(Mind the big cloth-nappied bum.)

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To our cuddly, doe-eyed, double-dimpled little fellow.

You are a happy, independent soul. You bop along to music (your arm-flapping dance moves have given way to whole body grooves) and love pointing at everything and saying 'dere!'. You love a good game of peekaboo, and hiding things under the couch. A lover of water, you're also partial to peering out windows and watching birds. You have, hands down, the best little dinosaur roar. In fact, you roar when presented with any animal: monkeys, chickens, giraffes, frogs, whales. It is unbearably cute.

Over the past couple of months you've become quite mobile, playing crawling chasey with Ellery, pulling yourself up on everything, climbing onto low furniture, and starting to walk with exaggerated sticky-footed steps, with hands held. You insist on feeding yourself and most love banana, rice, peas, corn and yoghurt. You have four teeth (more on the way) and SO. MUCH. HAIR!

For your birthday, Ellery and I made you a vanilla and coconut spelt cake with lime icing whilst you put up with sitting in your highchair, playing with a dinosaur and munching on rice rusks. (You liked the icing but piffed the rest on the floor!)

Your special day was lovely. I didn't have to work, so the three of us hung out together at home, and had cake when Daddy got home.

You are the light in our lives, sweet Aubrey Finn.

Forever and ever adored.

Happy One!

7/52

Ellery: reverence, and a whale skull

Aubrey: kiss the baby

My big kid is growing up. Dressing himself, and voluntarily (gasp!) washing his own hair. His imagination and language floor us daily.

And the last portrait of Aubrey as a baby. He'll be one next week.

My little boys are growing up. Sob!

6/52

Ellery: dancing

Aubrey: flying

On a blustery day, Ellery wrote his name for the first time, tracing over my writing. Together, we wrote a letter to 'Magic', telling Magic that he'd like to fly. He had his first flying dream recently ... and magic made it happen.

On the same day, he also drew his first face. And we started reading him his first chapter book, George's Marvelous Medicine. He is in its thrall, begging for more each time we put it down. Suddenly so ready.

Aubrey is pulling himself up to standing on everything now. He is super mobile, after a few weeks of crawling practice. He loves to point and say 'dere!' and especially likes watching birds. Grandma will be pleased. Almost as much as Pop, who scored kisses over the phone. I can't believe he is almost one!