A portrait series of my children, once a week, every week, for the next year.
Anakin: “Two mummies, two daddies…” Captain Crosseyed. I have no idea how you figured that one out. Silly monkey.
Isis: Attack of the roasted pumpkin. You’re crazy about food, so much so that mealtimes are some of my least favourite. You scream in anger and impatience as soon as you figure out some form of cooking or food preparation is under way, which is usually immediately. Even with your little belly full of milk you’ll still howl until you get what you want and it keeps coming in a steady stream. No time for breaks or breathing. Must. Stuff. Pie. Hole. Constantly. Whatever takes too long or doesn’t tickle your immediate fancy gets swiftly tossed on the floor.