A Little Fi In The Morning…
Or anytime for that matter.
This child- unlike the boys, who now feel compelled to ham it up and work hard to never be caught unawares when I am about, camera in hand- provides me with unlimited casual, unrehearsed and natural opportunities.
I am without doubt raising a girlie-girl. She likes shiny. Sparkly. Purple. And shoes that are tappy. She does me her ballet- all the time.
“Look at my dancing, mummy.”
Pirouettes, arabesques, and oh-so-pointy toes in our living room, turned frenzied, spastic hiphopped, testosterone infused, mosh pit with Crazy Frog.












Awwww.