Hanging out with his Tante Sarah (my sister) who came to stay. He hadn’t seen her since Christmas when we wasn’t really paying attention yet (or it wasn’t as obvious to us anyway what went on in his head), and he took a while to get used to her again. Though weirdly, while he was happy to play with her and be in the room with her by himself, he refused to let her read to him. Apparently only Dave and i are allowed to do that these days.
A portrait of my child, once a week, every week in 2014
P.s. Happy father’s day, papas!