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A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week in 2014.

As fascinated with the mechanics of bicycle wheels as her dad is. I love how much expression she conveys with just those two little hands.

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A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.

One of the toughest weeks of the year so far. Sickness upon sickness, looming deadlines, missed work, no pay. I needed a little light to shine through. Walking in today to see this, asleep with a pillow pulled on top of her instead of the doona... There it was.

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A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.

There are so many things I took for granted before having kids. My mum was one of them. My humble family home in the 'burbs was another. It's funny how motherhood connects you in such a profound way to your own childhood and upbringing. Today I spent Mother's Day back home with four generations of family, all of whom have taught me everything I know about being a mum - the joys, struggles, and everything in between. Things come full circle and it makes you see things in a whole new light. 

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A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.

These have been her favourite "toys" since Easter and have also solved the problem of what to do with all our excess chocolate...

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A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.

Little friends and toy trains in the dappled afternoon light.

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A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.

Tiny toes sinking into sand at the beach.

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A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.

Sweet little fawn in the back seat.

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A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week*, in 2014.

Spots, stripes, green. Even the weeds look beautiful in their emerald vibrancy. We can't help but be happy.

*Except for last week - M and I were both dreadfully sick for an unusually long time, and we were having a miserable time of it. Suffice to say, both the inclination to post and any photos fit for posting were very much absent.

But this week, while still not fully recovered, we are feeling significantly better. We have managed to leave the house for some of the first times in weeks, and boy does it feel good. Recent rain has caused everything to bloom; the air is slightly cooler and there seems to be new life in our surroundings, and indeed in ourselves. 

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A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.

A girl and her pig.

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A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.

No trip to the park is complete without playing with the bubbler - little drinking, lots of splashing.