What's that, Chewie?
November may be chilly, but that doesn't stop Lily going to the park.
No Essex girl jokes, please.
Queen of the castle. Lily has fun putting together a model that Nanny sent her.
Ground force time. Which preceded gale force time and our patio umbrella making a break for it up onto the utility room roof.
Madam has a choice of dips when Daddy's serving up chicken nuggets.
This is a drawing Lily did of an astronaut. Again, one of the side effects of being taught to write phonetically yet growing up with an Essex accent is wonderful words like 'trarsus'.
Picking up on Mummy's new found enthusiasm for crochet, Lily set about creating her own pom poms.
Good skills.
And it's that time again. Santa got a comprehensive list this year and a highly decorated envelope to up the chances of him fulfilling it.
As we sent it off, we pondered how exactly it manages to get all the way to the North Pole. After extensive research (Lily literally stopped our postman in the street and interrogated him), Lily decided to create the definitive work on the subject.
And here it is, in two parts:
Then, to let off a little steam, we took Lily to Kids' Kingdom. And the drop slide of dooooooom...
