March 9, First Sunday of Lent.
"A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2014."
Afon: at the doctor's office, waiting for the nurse practitioner. He's oh-so ticklish when the otoscope goes in his ear, but in the meantime, he does his best to tear up the inoffensive treatment room. No hat, but he's very glad for the hood. One last check-up before the big flight.
His phrase of the week? "Beebee an Mama go ta Wells. Beebee an Mama go ta Wells."
Yes, son. Very soon. c: