The favourite pastime du jour is to take every single book she owns off the shelves and then wallow in them like a hippo in the mud. She also occasionally screams that she’s stuck which means Mummy or Daddy has to go and rescue her.
We’ve started a policy of telling her if she doesn’t put them away then they go in the bin, which seems to be working a little.
Looking like she’s off to some lodge meeting with one trouser leg tucked-in and one trouser leg tucked-out. This is Daddy being all "arty" and switching on the B&W mode on the camera.
Another picture in the series lovingly entitled "The rest of the country gets dumped on with snow and we end up with a paltry 1/2 inch"
Whilst the rest of the UK was struggling with the snow our little house received a paltry inch or so. Still, it was enough to warrant borrowing a sledge from Chris next door and dragging Nanuk of the North around for a while.
As you can see from her expression I suspect Amelia would not have been happy being born an Inuit.