On Saturday, a day following a night of sickness, a day on which we had a birthday party and work began again on the treehouse (yes, indeed): “What was the best thing about today, Josie?” “The best thing about today was going to the doctor and getting bottom medicine.” Josie + Valoid Sophie gets a […]
She’s certainly not “unchanged” in the Bilbo Baggins sense, but “well-preserved” doesn’t remotely do justice to my gran at ninety. She’s a spritely 90, a vibrant 90; a little more wrinkly than last year perhaps; short but not as short as the pic suggests – I liked the lighting, but she’s rather unfairly surrounded by […]
Except for our sandpit, which didn’t quite wait for the end of the treehouse before beginning. Pics in the gallery. Don’t ask about the treehouse.
Never a dull moment. Daytime. Night-time. Anytime. I wouldn’t trade being a father-of-girls for anything. Michelle and I were laughing yesterday about the number of people who have commiserated or said to her, “Oh your poor husband” on hearing that we’d had another girl. Now there’s a wonderful cultural anachronism still alive and well. Emily […]
Every little girl’s must-have accessory.