8/52, 3/52: Hands and Profiles

"A portrait of my oldest once a week, every week in 2014."
8/52

"A portrait of my youngest once a week, every week in 2014."
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Levi: Still rosy-cheeked from his nap and clutching his little animals, Levi ventured a look outside.  We attempted to coax him into coming out to build a snowman, but he stood his ground.  He was excited just watching the babysitter add some prunes and a carrot to create a face for the snowman.  The light fell on his face in such a soft way.  "Need a snow girl," he said, still sleepy and completely oblivious to the fact that his mama could not take her eyes off him.

Wyatt: He slumbers most of the time, waking only to feed or to look about for a few wide-eyed minutes, looking absolutely astounded at the world around him.  Wyatt is still a slender newborn, although his legs are gaining strength (oh, those little kicks that sometimes propel him away from my body).  He has outgrown most of his newborn clothes.  I keep dressing him in this wonderful fleece cardigan because it's one of the few new clothes that he can claim as his own, not a hand-me-down.

3/52

"A portrait of my child once a week, every week in 2014."
3/52

Levi tells me what I need to buy.  "You need buy orange balloon."  "You need buy new bus."  This time he told me I needed to buy some chocolate.  I happened to have a box of brownie mix in the pantry so I didn't have to buy him chocolate.   After being confined to my bed and being a less fun mama I wanted to spoil him, my little budding consumer.  Just a little bit.  So we made brownies and he was much more interested in the batter once again.  This photograph makes me realize how much time we spend in the kitchen, be it making brownies, making homemade play-doh, watering the plants or watching the snow fall.