Saskia: An early morning feed for Charlie Baby (a present from Baby Félix in hospital). You started sleeping through in your own cot since Félix came home. We didn't talk to you about this or ask you to. You just did. There are still some nights when you call out and Dada brings you in to snuggle up next to me…and I actually feel kind of relieved when you do. Gosh, you are growing up.
Félix: Teeny, floppy limbs in Dada's strong arms.
A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, as a two year old.
A portrait of my son, once a week, every week, from birth.