
This is my favourite birthday photo.
She totally cracks herself up. Which is all kinds of wonderful.
A blog in words and pictures

This is my favourite birthday photo.
She totally cracks herself up. Which is all kinds of wonderful.

I bought this dress in Melbourne. I probably should have shopped for myself but I bought guilt presents for the girls instead.
She wore it on her birthday. And she loved it. Not for any other reason except great big shiny buttons. Occasionally she did look up from the buttons to say hello.

One day soon she’s going to let go and stand up on her own. But until then she has the swagger of a little person who knows she only has to hang on just barely.

My affection for mooshy cheeks is well documented. Second only to the back of the neck. I might have gone overboard in photographing the Squishy’s back recently. That’s a vice I can handle.

I really think Floyd missed his calling as the cat of an arch villain of some kind. Occasionally I pat him and pretend I’m Dr. Claw. Not really, that would be weird. Except, I totally do.

It’s about this stage, when her hair starts to get a little bit longer and the general freaking madness of it starts to take over my taming attempts that I start to think about hair cuts. The Googy is violently opposed to hair cuts but can be bribed with ice cream.
Readers decide!

Riley’s absolute favourite thing until it accidentally snapped in two. It’s currently awaiting super glue surgery. Because she is the boss of the universe, it definitely suits her.

My mission is to get rid of the vast majority of toys before the girls birthdays. At this point, there’s a lot of extraneous stuff mixed in with the toys, things they don’t play with, things that need to be thrown out, and things that need to be put in rotation.
I’m going in, wish me luck.