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"A portrait of Atticus, once a week, every week, in 2013."

Friday afternoons are silly time at our place. I pick Atti up from his grandma's after his nap and we usually spend the rest of the afternoon doing something fun, like going out for ice cream or turning the radio on loud and dancing like crazies in the spare room. At which point I remember that I still haven't taken my portrait for the week, and try to set something up. The shot I try to set up almost always doesn't work but  something spontaneous and magical usually happens afterwards and I find my portrait in the most unexpected of places.

This week, I was lured into joining my bouncy, tumbling toddler in his jumping-on-the-bed ritual as all my attempts to sort laundry flew out the window. I snapped away at our reflection in the grubby mirror and subsequently found it very tough to pick only one photo.