Prior to our homebound sentence on the bili blanket, we actually started to introduce F to life on the outside. Ted Drewes was a necessary first stop, and her sister made sure to enjoy that cone of custard with a bit more vim and vigor. She’s already realizing the power of her age and the…
Author: thirdstoryies
where she gets it
Perhaps the need to sleep with her hands at her face is genetic…
seriously, you want me to do what?
I promise not to turn this blog into daily musings on poo. But that’s all we can think about around here. We need poo. Lots of it. We need to get this stuff out of our system and get on with things. I’ve discovered that the shutter noise of my camera stirs her from her…