"A portrait of Mister G, once a week, every week, in 2013"
My favourite of the week - the moment just before a peekaboo around the door of G's room - you can hear him start to laugh as he gears himself up to launch around the corner to my dramatic surprise.
A little grainy, a little creepy, but also a little funny and a memory I'd like to preserve.
Mainly this week G has been teething molars (one each, top and bottom, left and right, as far as I can feel), dancing to Elmo and Ernie songs as well as the Arthur themetune (and Gotye, always) and going to great effort to pick up his little wooden folding stool (that was PA's as a toddler) and tote it around the flat, very deliberately perching on it in front of us and expectantly waiting for a story. Kid loves a keyboard or blackberry, which is funny (hold on, I just have to respond to some emails! serious business!) albeit probably not particularly good for computer health, and after several months of only wanting to eat the felt-tip pens he has now discovered they can draw on things. Things like books and blocks. And his face. I struggle not to laugh because boundary testing and responsible parenting, and realise as I lick a tissue to wipe his cheek that probably I'm turning into my mother after all.
I love this boy so much.