By Kitty, aged 2 (editor’s note: seriously – how did that happen so fast)
Mama, I do painty now?!
And gave medicine to a poorly turtle.
I like being two.
Editor’s note two: Yes, it’s true, the ever lengthening Kitty turned two last Friday amidst a sea of pink wrapping paper and wonderful and generous gifts from friends and family. She is officially spoilt rotten, and I have not seen my carpet in days. I believe it to be blue but that’s purely supposition. We kept things pretty low key, but by the power of satellites and the internets her birthday tea was attended by not only her Godmummy but also Grandpa (by Skype) and Uncle and Aunt C who phoned from their holiday in Spain at just the right moment. Now all we need is a way to send cake through the airwaves – Roald Dahl was clearly on to something. As she is too little to have quite grasped the concept of birthday wishes we made some for her, and if even half of them come true she’s going to have a wonderful year!
PS – thank you so much to all who left comments or sent messages on my last post, they are all appreciated and dearly treasured.