This is just getting silly

Another month has frazzled past and Nancy's photographic footprint continues to grow at a stupendously silly rate. Below are some delightful pictures of her in any number of jolly poses to keep you all happy. Ridiculously, she is two years old on Thursday and it is beginning to show. Whilst feeding her dinner she demanded her spoon metamorphose into a train, which presented your humble narrator few troubles, similarly a car was mimicked with a scientific accuracy that went over her head. It was the subsequent requests that were a little more daunting. How does one feed one's daughter when the spoon is meant to resemble the Sun? And then a star? And then the moon? And then Foucault? It's is really really bloody hard. I struggled with translating these into a spoon based medium, but deep down I'd like to think Nancy appreciated the spoon's celestial / French intellectual nature as it deposited pasta into her mouth. 

Frankly who knows? Not me. Her vocabulary continues to defy all rational understanding. This could be represent the inauguration of a Nancy Pseud's Corner. Some recent crackers have included "Look at me, I'm doing something", "Texting Mummy, Daddy?", "Medium rare please, Daddy" and my personal favourite "It's tough, Daddy" as she ascended the stairs to our abode. 

Her latest fetish is watering plants, as evinced by the picture below, and she is a mean gardener. She is not content until each plant pot is swimming in water and woe betide anyone who tries to stop her. She is not for stopping. But as she is now the proud owner of a glorious little garden she can take out her urban frustrations out on her own green patch. Rear Admiral - breakout the pneumatic trowel. 

Oh and the really astonishing thing is this. This Thursday coming our little braying peach will be two. Her age has doubled in a year. A year which lasted about 25 minutes. I've already mused on this blog about the fear of it all going too fast and not being at all prepared to give a wedding speech but this is beyond a joke. 

Verdant joy.

Not mere sand castles but a trace italienne fort

F**k you Monty Don. 

Outfielder

Is that really the best arachnid you can draw father? It is not exactly from the Slade school now is it?

Standing on the shoulders of a slightly grumpy looking giant.

Quiff

This week I have been mostly eating everything.