Some more pictures

She is the hammer. Der Hammer. Or Die. Or maybe Das. But most definitely the Hammer. I've attached some particularly delightful pictures which culminates in her wearing a pair of trousers on her head so she looks like an orthodox priest, at least in my mind's eye. 

Also, voting in the poll continues to have a woeful turnout so please click here and then vote for Simon or if you must Nancy to win. Come on chaps, after the unedifying spectacle of the coalition it's time to restore your faith in democracy. 

Below is Nellie wearing a hat most treasured by her father. And I'd imagine by Panda too, who might have perused this blog in between looking at the Spurs website looking to see if Modric has joined Chelsea yet.

 

This is the guzzle wearing the debonair baby envelope designed by yours truly and executed by what men in the past would have referred to as "the wife" in a jocularly misogynistic manner. It looks strangely like she is attempting a good old fashion 'Allo 'Allo style KLOP! but in actual fact she is probably just farting in true trufflehound style.

 

 Here is Guzzlehound showing the full nature of her acuminous mental powers. She has mistaken her own hand for a breast. Bad luck cueball.

Would you buy a second hand car from this baby? Oddly, our baby has transformed from a wondrous fatty into a dodgy cock-err-knee geezer. What you looking at you SLAAAAAAAG.

And here is my favourite picture ever. Nancy Eleanor as grand bishop of bog nonsense wearing a pair of trousers (for those passing Americans or mis-schooled Europeans; "pants") on her head. This might become an on-going series in how to accessorise your baby like a hero.