Another weekend has passed and there are sooo many things I could blog about...
Isobel choosing to play among the headstones rather than the swings.
The new words: door, ball and cheese.
The counting: one, twoooo, freeeeeeeeee!
The mother of all tantrums because I wouldn't let her play with the snip-snips (nail clippers), and how helpless I felt.
Isobel eating my linguine rather than her pizza pie (yes, these are PDs gorgeous pics, I'm sitting next to her within linguine grabbing range)
Or Isobel taking her daddy (who still isn't sure of how to handle off-piste napping) for a walk.
Maybe, just maybe, I should find some words to describe how it felt when all my little girl wanted was to hold my and PD's hands at the same time...