I think i should join bloggers anonymous. The place where you stand up and hang your head in shame to admit that "i'm a bad blogger". I have always been this way. Which is crazy because i love to write. But i just never finish anything. Ever. I must have about 20 journals, all of which i enthusiastically start to record my life in for around... oh the first 5 pages before i lose interest. Then i look at it with a guilty expression pretending that it might fill in its self. Then i go shopping, find another beautfiful journal that gets me feeling creative for another week. Tops. Repeat and rinse and you end up like me, 20 virtually empty journals and lots of wasted money.
Lucy - 16 months with her "hippo". Or as she says "hibbobo" We love hibbobo. And if ANYTHING should ever happen to hibbobo i think my life could end.
Hanging out with Mummy while daddy insists on a photo before a wedding. Lucy looked as cute as pie.
And a photo with daddy after Mummy INSISTED he wasn't getting away with taking one of her that easily!!