I'll warn you, week eighteen was not my best effort. I was digging around in Aperture and discovered maybe two days worth of photos taken with my DSLR. The rest is cobbled together with iPhone pictures, and I **MAY** have adjusted the metadata on a couple of photos, but I'll never tell. Whatever. Real life. May is kinda a hard month. Something about the way the planet is turned, and the angle of the sun, I reckon. Anyway! Here we go.
::One hundred and thirty-two:: This doctor's kit is probably one of our top three toy purchase ever ever ever.
::One hundred and thirty-three:: Shenanigans on my bed is basically how we end up passing every afternoon. We're getting so real giggles from Hugo, and to no one's surprise, Stella can elicit the best ones.
::One hundred and thrity-four:: Hugo M. Bear post nap. This little guy loves a good blanket. Preferably pulled over his face, which, you know, safety.
::One hundred and thirty-five:: Bedtime cuddles.
::One hundred and thirty-six:: Stella often begs to eat dinner "at da smawl table". So, sometimes when I'm feeling particularly obliging, or perhaps particularly relaxed care of a glass of wine, I acquiesce. And here, dinner, small table, etch-a-sketch.
::One hundred and thirty-seven:: I love this photograph. It's not in focus (duh), but the feeling it evokes, I guess? Perfectly imperfect?
::One hundred and thirty-eight:: Um, guess who's full on reaching and grabbing? Good bye quiet dinners. You were nice while you lasted.
Linking up with Em for Weekly Stills, which is a pretty fun thing to do if you want to join.