51/52 + 41/52

Saskia: We're keeping your cheeky nudie rudie photo to ourselves for this week's portrait.
Félix: I can only hope that I won't ever forget how deliciously soft your baby skin feels.

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.

Taking part in Jodi's weekly portrait series

50/52 + 40/52

Saskia: You were so excited to go on the big 'round and round' at Floriade that I forgot about my fear of heights…until we were caged in and on our way up.
Félix: You, my little boy, eat everything that is put in front of you. I am delighted to prepare and cook meals to nourish you…but it's a full time job at the rate you eat.

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.

Taking part in Jodi's weekly portrait series

49/52 + 39/52

Saskia: Before taking a bath, you get dressed up. It's your thing.
Félix: Bluebell gazing.

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.

Taking part in Jodi's weekly portrait series

48/52 +38/52

Saskia: Mid sentence. I can't remember exactly what you were saying here but you were requesting that I join in on your imaginary game. I think I was supposed to play the trumpet on the stick.
Félix: Wearing the sailor romper that your sister wore (sent my Aunty Mimi) all those moons ago…

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.

Taking part in Jodi's weekly portrait series