" A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013. " 37/52 Sofia: Sweet thing, we've had a rough week. We've both gotten sick, you've fought me over naps, and thrown yourself on the floor to prove a point more times than I can count, unfortunately. This is an age where I keep seeing myself over and over again with my own mother, butting heads like there's no tomorrow yet loving each other unconditionally through it all. You are a challenging little squirt, but you are full of so much endless love that sometimes I just don't know what to do. I love you to the moon and back, even when you're mad, especially when you're sad, and will forever be chasing after you. Alba: Squishy toes, wrapped in your papa's arms. You, my sweet little lady, would prefer to be carried for 90% of the day, pulling on our clothing, grabbing at papa's watch, (a thoughtful gift from RedEnvelope ) or drooling to the point of ...