Saturday arvo

How else should you spend a saturday afternoon? Sitting on the lounge, the sun streaming (intermittently) onto your shoulders, a good book in one hand and your daughter tucked under the other. While some years away from reading herself, Juno certainly enjoys participating in the act of reading: pawing at the pages, giving little yawps of delight when you finally do turn a page, staring with a sort of endless fascination at the intricacies of the cover and the endpapers, sniffing at the unmistakable odour of the paperback and generally inveigling herself thoroughly into the process...

So far, she has exhibited far more interest in novels than in non-fiction, shows herself to be particularly partial to pseudo-literary potboilers (including the ultimate critical statement, shredding several pages in either excitement or disdain - it is too early to tell which), and she will also, from time to time, dip into The Listener.

Of course, I am determined not to read too much make too much of this interest, given that she has roughly another decade to grow into her brilliance...

Dinner time

...just loves her tucker