Insults

Ethan’s insults are becoming more complicated all the time. This morning: “Your brains smell like rotted porridge with slugs inside!”

So there.

Lucindaness

As I post these photos of Lucinda, I can hear Ethan going through his reader with Fiona, spelling out words for the first time. I cant believe that’s really happening.

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