Saskia: I heard you talking more than usual in quiet time the other day. You were chatting to your school friends, choosing books for them to read, singing songs, and doing a very convincing job of playing teacher. Oh dear.
Félix: You visited your Vovo's resting place for the first time on Father's Day. We always say how much you look like him.
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.