Lucy is tricky at the mo. She fights sleep like a Stormtrooper against Chewy with wind.
She is also teething which doesn't help. I thought babies were supposed to teeth from 6 months. I can feel her little nashers as I apply "Calgel" with my finger that has stroked the dog, gardened and cleaned the car. Dear God.
Speaking of which Lucy is being Christened for various reasons I would rather not share or open debate to. Apart from of course her pretty dress which was a dry-cleaned bargain from Ebay. Her size 3 shoes were not. Brand new from Babies R Us in the USA.
Chip off the ol' giacantic-footed block.
Of all the things she had to inherit from me dammit...
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