Is that Stuart’s nose or what?
The doc seriously investigated our fear that there are six toes on that there foot… it’s actually two crossed feet. Phew. Not that s/he wouldn’t be any less loveable with six toes or two heads, of course. But we’d have to make up an extra line to this little piggy…
Front:
And back. Or, eat the remains of breakfast sitting on your high chair while you can:
This is me with my hair freshly combed before we went to my new school. It’s really like a playgroup with a theme and Mum can stay and make sure that I don’t have a meltdown, because I’ve just started having those sometimes. But you wouldn’t know it from my beautiful face here, would you?
This is me after kindy, running home in excitement to tell Dad all about it.
This is me pulling apart the dog that I traced out, cut out and stuck dots on. Okay, well I did the last bit anyway.
And this is me and my doggie.
