Meredith Carson... Across the Pond and Back Again...

When Sophie was a toddler/ pre-schooler, she seemed to always be getting into some sort of trouble.  She drew on her bare chest with permanent markers, cut her own hair, cut holes in her clothes, colored her furniture, scrubbed a variety of random beauty products into her hair, etc.  You get the idea.  Being the sensible parents that we were, we would scold her appropriately and then go and get the camera and take a few photos.  Let's face it, sometimes naughty toddler high jinks are completely hilarious.   As previously noted, since we were such wise parents, we would always explain that we were taking her picture for "The Naughty Book."  This proved to be highly effective until she was about three years old.  Then one afternoon she came to us with something horrible all over her face and my camera in her hand.  She presented the camera to me, grinned enormously and said, "Here you go, Mum.  I very, very naughty!!"  I expect I to...

Here is a photo of the number one reason that I do not write as much as I would like.  I  have this precocious little helper.  She is ready to start her own blog since she is familiar with the workings of a PC and she is all full of self-awareness.  Allow me to 'splain and digress...  Earlier this week, Sophia and I almost lost our minds with excitement since, while reading a story called Peekaboo Park , our Lili identified herself by name for the first time.  Allow me to digress again.  Peekaboo Park is one of our favorite stories for several reasons: It is a very short story, and therefore, perfect for someone with the attention span of a gnat or a toddler.  Page two's lift-the-flap reveals "A Buzzing Bee," and gives Lili a chance to perform her first-class impression of a bee who zooms around buzzing, "Wee wee wee wee wee..."  The other flaps offer pleasant opportunities for quacking and ribbiting when lifted; always a good thing....