The most fun way to get up in the morning at the moment is to be wrapped up in the doona like a caterpiller in a cocoon, and then carried out into the kitchen.  The cocoon then falls away to reveal a butterfly.


This week was her very first swimming lesson.  She took to the various exercises fearlessly and energetically, though not always successfully.  But half way through, loudly and in front of the various watching parents etc.,

“Daddy, I need to go to the toilet.”

“Well just hold on a bit…”

“No I can’t…”


Daddy’s new flourescent yellow bicycling safety jacket arrived in the mail.  He tried it on.

“Eeewww!  You look like a workman.”

She proceeded to stuff an old plastic bag into the pocket of the jacket.


Lillian is being put to bed.

“Daddy, can you bring me a glass of water?”


“But only fill it half way.  Because if you fill it up, you know what?  You’re wasting water.”


We’re reading Pinocchio (for the third time now) but Daddy likes to say “Cchinopio”.  This makes Lillian very cross.  “Daddy!  YOU DON’T SAY IT LIKE THAT!”


Lillian looking a bit cross:


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