Thursday, 28 November 2013

Why do we buy her toys when she prefers to play with bits of wood? She was also running around with (licking?!) the watering can!
We played in the garden for ages this morning. Then Amy fell and cried and cried and only wanted to bury her face in my neck and be held and comforted. It was all forgotten about when I put a plate of scrambled egg, beans and cheesy toast in front of her, with a sippy cup of warm rooibos to wash it down.

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