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

Yoghurt face delight at being handed another raspberry...which he will proceed to thread onto his index finger, parade it around the living room, teasingly offer it to Harry and then just as quickly pop into his mouth.

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

Atticus meets the water fountain! The sensation of water shooting up into his mouth was exhilarating and exciting. 

It was hard to chose this week. The slightly crazier out take is below.

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

This is the start of my new project for this year. I have been admiring Jodi's 52 project all year and have decided to jump on board and document Atticus' year in a weekly portrait. It will give my blogging a more consistent rhythm and I'm excited to see Atti's year unravel in weekly portraits.

Today he came back from his first weekend away in Blairgowrie with my parents. Which also means a first weekend for us without him. The break was refreshing but very surreal at the same time. We were haunted by a sense of something missing and had a hard time relaxing. Atticus returned looking more grown up, speaking new words and singing new songs. He had cuddles and kisses for us all, and lots to tell me at bedtime about his weekend away.

Christmas in Blairgowrie | Part 4

The giant bubbles were a hit with kids and adults alike

Quiet moments with "Nina" playing with "meow kot" and reading books.

Bathtime fun with Dada, and always a couple of spectators cheering them on.

Atticus had the pleasure of playing with his cousins one afternoon. The girls were very gentle, looking after him and following him around, making sure he doesn't get into any mischief. I think he was more mesmerised by them and their toys and just kept following them around, quietly observing their methods of play.

"Hat" he says as he pats her unruly curls.

Christmas in Blairgowrie | Part 3

We spent countless mornings drinking coffee at The Sisters and devouring their perfectly cooked eggs. Atti kept himself busy practicing his art skills on their giant chalkboard, drinking babychinos, mushing vegemite sandwiches and nibbling on the giant chalk!

Christmas in Blairgowrie | Part 2

Beach walks with Atti on my back are becoming a little more difficult as he gets longer and heavier (although I really don't know how he's putting any weight on considering he hardly eats anything). He loves the seaside though, collecting rocks, shells, eating sand and picking flowers.

He's also become a bit of a Maugli, always hanging out with the dogs, sharing his food with them, trying to steal their food and drink water from their bowl. We would constantly find him sitting with the dogs, singing them songs and telling him stories in his own language. Although Harry stays as far away from him as he can, Spencer is surprisingly tollerant; letting Atti pull his hair, pinch him, stick tiny fingers into his nose and chase him. He doesn't complain, just happy to have someone to play with. They have a month between them in age, and maybe they have a special relationship. They play wrestle; Spencer nibbles on Atti's hands and Atti squeals with laughter, trying to bite him back.

Christmas in Blairgowrie | Part 1

We spent the last weeks of 2012 with my family at Blairgowrie, celebrating mum's birthday, enjoying the great outdoors and eating way too much good food!  

Atti loved  being outdoors all the time and having so many people to play with all the time!  He's started to  put words together to form mini sentences and has become quite strong willed  about getting his own way.  He would constantly be grabbing someone's hand, pulling them towards the door, demanding "side, side side" (outside). "bye bye mama, cya" "bye bye nina" "go away penser" (spencer), "no no no"