9/52

"a portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015."

Stella: We had one of our best days ever this week. Everything was easy, and happy. We kept catching eyes and giggling. I think we're really (maybe? hopefully?) starting to figure things out. She's been learning to play by herself. She did a good hour of "school" and this morning she entertained herself with her imaginary friend Mianna.

Hugo: Is officially becoming a handful. As much as I love his cheeky disposition, his propensity for naughty, and the way he laughs when he knows he's doing something he shouldn't, it gets kind of exhausting? This week he threw out the contents of his wardrobe (at least 20 times), along with about 25 USD in cash.  We took him to a party yesterday, and he spent the entire time dive-bombing me while I was carrying a plate of rice (rice = the messiest, sorry hosts), and wrestling whoever happened to be in his path. He did end up with a pair of teeth marks on his wrist, so I guess he got his?

Joining up with Jodi.