Tuesday, March 08, 2011

Stripes, my baby and grandparents.

1. Light and shade fall through the blinds and make stripes across our food.

2. Alec looking up at me from his blanket is much more interesting than anything the parentcraft course has to offer.

3. Alec watches solemnly as Grandad wriggles his fingers overhead. "I used to do this for Nicholas."

4. "You dress him how you think best," says Nana.

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