Collecting beech nuts with papa in the botanics.
Passed out in the jumperoo.
P.s. this has been bothering me for a few weeks, that there’s two more weeks of the 52 weeks left than the 27. I suspect I miscounted when I came up with the 27, but I’m persisting with it and then at the end of the year it should all become clear
A portrait of my children, once a week, every week in 2015