8/52, 9/52, 10/52, 11/52, 12/52, 13/52

Time for some baby overload... I'm catching up (yet again) on my 52 project photos.

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

Amelia: Your newest obsession? Pulling every single shoe I own out of the closet. If I don't remember to shut the doors in the morning after getting dressed, I will inevitably find you here with a pile of flats at your feet. You're so fast at pulling them off the rack, too; five minutes is all you need. Stinker.

Amelia: I can barely look at this photo without tearing up. You have been sick all week with a 103 temperature and a terrible cough. The doctors still don't know what exactly is wrong. Too sick to play with even your favorite toys, you drifted off to sleep a few minutes after I took this photo.

Amelia: Why hello there! You are finally back to your normal energetic self after nearly two weeks of sickness: RSV, viral pnuemonia, and a 48 hour stomach bug (that I also caught.) You have been through so much, little squish, and daddy and I are so glad that you are feeling better!

Amelia: This particular nap went past the two hour mark, which is unheard of in this house. I'm sure you have lots of resting to catch up on after being so sick for so long. I myself have lots of staring at those squishy cheeks and mile-long eyelashes to catch up on, so this arrangement totally works.

Amelia: Sometimes I wonder when I'll stop taking pictures of your naps. 2 years? 20 years? We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, I suppose.

Amelia: I think you may be going through a growth spurt. Today we had dinner a little later than normal (chicken and cheese, your two favorites) and you just couldn't keep your eyes open. It was one of the cutest things ever - we even caught it on video, which will of course be played at your high school graduation open house. 

7/52

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

Amelia: When did you grow up so much? Quit it! You are becoming more toddler-like by the minute and I can hardly stand it. We sat watching the Olympics (men's cross country ski relay, I believe) and you were quite content to sit and munch on Cheerios and banana puffs, if only for ten minutes. It was a sweet moment that I'll cherish forever.

4/52, 5/52, 6/52

I'm playing a little catchup on my posts for the 52 Project. Surprisingly, I haven't fallen behind in taking these photos, just sharing them. I know I'm hardly two months into the project, but I am loving these weekly portraits of my daughter. Best resolution ever.

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

Amelia: I am loving your post-naptime greetings lately. As soon as you see me, your face lights up with that gummy grin of yours and you babble on and on, presumably telling me all about what you were dreaming of (my guess is milk and carpet fuzzies.) Even with a snotty nose, you are as cute as can be. 

Amelia: I think you are going through another growth spurt. Normally awake by 7:30 or sooner, you have slept in well past 8 every day this week. I can't ever bring myself to wake you, dreaming so peacefully, and I admit... I've enjoyed the extra quite time in the mornings with a hot cup of coffee and a book.

Amelia: Little stinker. You have been perfecting your crawling skills lately, and you are fast - faster than I can focus the camera lens as you come at me.

3/52

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

Amelia: You have learned a new trick: pulling yourself to stand, and you are so proud of yourself. Now you can walk along the couch, reach the magnets on the fridge, and, much to my delight, greet me after a nap.

2/52

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

Amelia: Daddy was working in the kitchen and you were playing in the living room as I kept my eye on you through the office doorway. In a moment of cuteness (something that happens a lot around here) you reached into one of your toy bins and decided to stay put. I love you.

1/52

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

Amelia: I caught you studying the textures and patterns of our wedding quilt with your sweet little dimpled fingers. My curious little seven-month-old.

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