A Hutt Valley Girl

I love my hoodie.

The jinx

OK: I guess I had it coming - since the post three weeks ago, the little treasure hasn't slept for anything like 8 hours. Jess, bless her heart, has been pleading with me to post to this effect in the (vain) hope that it will lift the curse... So perhaps by acknowledging that this was some sort of weird, one-off type of thing, the mocker will be lifted and we can all get some sleep.

As we are heading off to the homeland at the end of next month, the little vegemite will need a passport. So we need to take a photo: how tough can that be? She is only 17 weeks old and we already have close to 2,000 images of her - what will one more matter? Of course, that 'one more' has to be a straight ahead shot against a light -but not white- background with her eyes open and a 'neutral expression'.

You can see how it turned out. And this, believe me, is the pick of the bunch. Thank god for digital cameras, 'cause if I was paying to get this amount of film developed, I would need to be working nights in a chop-shop to pay for all the damn stuff...

Juno's Aussie grandparents were out here last weekend, at least I assume it was them. Can't be too sure because they spent all of their time talking to Juno. Jess and I only got a look in when the golden one fell asleep. Margam seems to be developing something like an obsessive compulsive disorder: as soon as she sees a cute outfit, she whips out the plastic and snaffles it. Juno's wardrobe will shortly require another wing be added to house. I'm just becoming very afraid about the pattern that is being established...