
The love of bubbles is a pure and passionate one.
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A blog in words and pictures

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Yes, this is her eating cake batter. That’s a nutritious snack, right?
Yes, she’s still in her Elmo pyjamas.
Yes, she stayed in them all day.
Yes, I had lots of work to do today and so at one point the tears of frustration welled up in her little eyes.
Yes, I felt guilty. The kind of guilt that makes you die inside, just a little.
She’s starting missing him during the day. She points to the door and says “Josh!” over and over, makes me take her outside to look for him and then cries when she can’t see the car. Of course, when he gets home she often ignores him. But not always.
