I’ll be taking a photo of August sitting in the Eames rocker and wearing his pin each month until he’s two years old. I also took monthly photos of his older sister, Eleanor, until she turned two.
I don’t usually do a direct comparison here between Eleanor’s and August’s photos, but I had to chuckle when I saw that they both struck the same pose at fifteen months old. Translation: “Come get me! You know I must be held at all times.”