Some of my many attempts to capture a photo of Lily and I; foiled by my paparazzi-thumping daughter (last shot caught me smack in the lips.)..the Liam Gallager of the toddler world.

Knickers

I was unaware that the purchasing of Lily's first knickers would lead to such a pant frenzy, leaping about the bed and pulling on each pair one after another and screaming "More! MORE! MOOOORE!"

The Nature Table

Washyourhandsandtimefordinner

Lily is obsessing over this book. "Alby!" she cries and pours over it repeatedly.
I have no idea why she likes it so much, except that is full of stars or maybe she is already fascinated by the concept of flux.

Kenwick Park

A long weekend swimming, walking, cooking but mostly eating and sitting round the wood burner getting slowly sozzled. All the kids slept so well, must be the Lincolnshire air and the forest was full of little creatures, like something out of a Disney set, imported in just to delight and amaze The Lilster.

Squirrel Hair

Not to be beaten by a million Crafty Mama sites extolling the virtues of assembling your little darling's clothes out of recycled bin bags and squirrel hair, I have manged to overcome my fear of sewing by embellishing Lily's new jeans with some home made patches.

Obviously no mere photo can do it justice.

The Big Bed

Lily has almost given up her golden afternoon naps, clearly this is just not right as all the stuff I read convinces me she should still be dozing away until she is at least three and the little chicken is not even two yet, not nearly, no way.
Yesterday, by some miracle we managed to nap together in the big bed. Waking up to her snuffling snot all down the back of my neck suddenly became enormously endearing.