Hazel rocks. She’s growing up, becoming more interested in the world around her. She’s talking, in her own language. She loves particular songs that we sing at certain times. She’s happy and delightful, a spring of unending joy, so long as you don’t remember the parts where she cries inconsolably for hours on end. One “big d” smile 😀 usually fixes that.
TV’s not good for the young, but I’d love it if we could watch Fraggle Rock together. (ABC2 @ 6pm if you’ve missed that as well.)