One of Anne’s fave choons is Sleeping Bunnies — and she does the actions now, too.
Going for a walk with her favourite teddy and mini-stroller, I discovered that Anne does pay attention to what I do.
This is her re-positioning teddy and she also frequently stopped to ‘check’ on him and stroke the top of his head. Aw, bless her heart.
Anne’s first photos:
Sort of. I helped her press the shutter button on my Halina Paulette.
I expect National Geographic to be requesting her services, she’s so talented.
Seriously though, I let her hold the camera and pointed it in the general direction of the rabbits before firing the shutter, and I think we got pretty damn lucky there.
(She’s taken photos with my digital camera, even shot video, but it’s so easy to do that I don’t think they count.)
The second coming hasn’t quite worked out as expected.
She’s walking on a hedge. Not through, on.
Children, that is. Their main job in life is to keep their oldies anxious.
We’ve spent the last two days in hospital with Anne. She’s been having more seizures. No definitive diagnosis as yet, but we’ve narrowed it down to two, I think – atypical febrile convulsions due to infection, or epilepsy.
It’s going to be an ‘interesting’ time while the doctors try to figure out what’s wrong.
Due to my non-artyness, I’ve never really thought about letting Anne make her own art at home, aside from a bit of crayon on paper. Thanks to a friend’s suggestion, I got a plastic tablecloth and sat her in her high chair, thus helping to contain the mess.
(This also means not leaving her side with paints within reach.)
I reckon I should hang on to these just in case she does end up being hailed the next Mark Rothko, so we can have a framed original of her early work. </end joke>
Cold, wet days are fun!
Then, if you keep falling over — once on your face — and your mum doesn’t bring a change of clothes, you get pretty soggy.
At least she could be zipped up in her stroller’s footmuff.
Have a good one.
A final couple of snaps from the Great Bahamian Adventure™: