"a portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015."
Stella: Was a huge help this week.
Hugo: Was a huge headache this week. But the most adorable kind of headache.
You guys, one-year-olds are HARD WORK. Holy smokes. How did I not know this? Maybe because my first born is so risk adverse that she basically never got into anything at all. I'm not exaggerating when I say she was three and a half before she realized that she could climb up onto the coffee table. Hugo was not even one year old when he learned to do this. And then immediately learned to jump off the coffee table. Which, aaaaaaahhhhh so many heart attacks.
We went away for the weekend (more on that later? I hope?) and Stella was reunited with a special friend who has recently moved away from Jakarta. After about five seconds of shyness they picked up exactly where they left off, putting on dance performances, running around playing complicated games of pretend involving airports and trips to Japan, singing songs in Mandarin, and swapping outfits. and it was wonderful to watch.
Hugo, on the other hand, continues to be devoted to throwing all the things in the toilet, and has a newfound love of running away from me in the airport. That, and an avowed hatred of sitting still in an airplane, all of which has left me completely exhausted and so very happy to be back at home.