"a portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2016."
Stella: You lost your front tooth and suddenly look so much older.
Hugo: You're such a dude. You approach everything with enthusiasm. You walk into a room and announce, Hey GUYS! You celebrate the smallest of victories, like hailing a taxi, with an ebullient HORRAY.
Lyra: I'm gonna say you have colic. The hours between about 6 PM and 10 PM hard. You scream as though something is really hurting. I wish I could help. But the best I can do is hold you close and be with you while you're having a hard time.