36/52 + 26/52

Saskia: I place a stack of books on your bed for 'quiet time' and you grab the first one from the pile. Oh my Lord, you exclaim. Just as I imagine she would say it. I fear you might share some traits with that little girl from the Plaza.
Félix: Finding a comfortable place to kick back. Lying on Daddy's tummy and stroking his neck. He was sick and you had just cut your second tooth in a week. My poor boys.

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

35/52 + 25/52

Saskia: A pause before you leap on and ride the slope. You are a bit of an adrenaline junkie. No fear.
Félix: Your first Wold Cup. At a friend's house for breakfast to watch Australia's first game v Chile (also trying to spot Grandfather in the crowd). We're hopeful they'll make the next stage…but if not, we'll jump on the Brazil bandwagon (a legitimate move for Daddy!).

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

34/52 + 24/52

Saskia: Building towers and trains for your animals (your most played with toys by far).
Félix: You have us all under your spell. We live for those smiles.

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

33/52 + 23/52

Saskia: Every game, in every room, every waking moment. Dressing up.
Félix: The background here looks like a bad 1970s studio backdrop (it's a pile of leaves in our courtyard) so it cracks me up that you're wearing your op shopped cable knit. You are soothed outside in the fresh air. I rug you up when I hang out the washing and you are content to kick around in your bouncer, watching your sister scoot past on her tricycle.

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

32/52 + 22/52

Saskia: Golden hour on the Wide Brown Land.
Félix: I ignored the mess in the background, sat in my new (to me) armchair with my feet on the ottoman and you on my lap, and we talked. You are such good company.

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

31/52 + 21/52

Saskia: Who needs a dress up box when you have Mama's shoes and jewels at hand?
Félix: She calls you Foxy (and we do too now).

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

30/52 + 20/52

Saskia: You asked for a 'big one up there' when I did your hair. You are beginning to have (very strong) opinions about what you wear and how to have your hair. Already? Seriously?
Félix: Your most favourite thing to stick in your mouth. After your hands, of course.

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