Three Hundred & Sixty Five: Days at Home / Twenty-Five.

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Aunty Holly is home from Calgary. She came bearing baby boots and Daniel Boone hats – which is pretty much all the present you could dream of, in my opinion.

Mae spent all afternoon running around roaring ‘I’m a Cowgirl! Yee-haa!’ and taking no prisoners. This only differed from every other day in that now she has the boots for it.

I had to wait till she was asleep to pry them off her.

Three Hundred & Sixty Five / Days at Home: Twenty-Two.

Mabel: ‘Mama! I am taking a photo of you!’

Alice: ‘Oh, but darling! I am in the shower!’

Theo: ‘I am going to take a photo of you too, Mama!’

Alice: ‘Oh, darlings, uh, yes – that’s very nice! But perhaps you could take photos of me when I am out of the shower? You know?’

Theo: ‘I am just getting my camera!’

Mabel: ‘I am taking more photos of you, Mama!’

Alice: ‘Yes, I see that, darling. Careful! You’re getting all we…’

Mabel: ‘MAAAAAAAMMMMMMAAAAAAAAA! MY DORA T-SHIRT IS WET!’

Alice: ‘Oh, sweetheart, well, uh, just give me a minute to get the shampoo out of my eyes, hmm?’

Theo returns.

Theo: ‘Mama I am taking a photo of your bum! AH HA HA’

Mabel: ‘I am taking a photo of your bum too!’

Alice: ‘I am so lucky’.

 

No photo today, dears. I’m sure you can’t imagine why.