No camera photos this week. Because three-and-a-half. I've been crying into my wine at night. But also, you do an impeccable impersonation of Piglet. And the week of the ball obsession. This kid can throw straighter than anyone in his immediate bloodlines. Also, fourteen months ... sheesh. And first steps!
But these are a lot closer to reality. Unabashedly domestic and cluttered.
You were both very high need this week (let's hope it is just this week!). Developmental blips (walking! soon!) and extreme behaviour (hitting, throwing, headbutting your brother, screaming fits of the burst-your-eardrum variety that last a mofo eternity).
Also the week I paid five bucks for a download of consoling parenting wisdom about how three-and-a-half is the nadir of humanity.
Sigh. And Wine. And caffeine. And chocolate. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.