"A portrait of Queenie Valentine, once a week, every week in 2013."
While we drew, she sat and played on the floor. Scattering pencils and singing away to herself.
This week we have had a very, very sad, unwell babe. She cries a tired, croaky cry pleading 'ma ma ma'. She quietens as we hold her and we can feel her sob with her head rested on our shoulder. She seeks for comfort on our bodies, and we carry her closer and longer in her wrap throughout the day. At night she sleeps beside us. Today she shows signs of being a little better, she smiles and shuffles along the floor, sucking on raisins. In the bath, she splashes and laughs at her daddy's silly voices. She enjoyed the company of her grandparents this weekend, and we continue to pray she gets through this quickly.