So I got back to the flat today to find an email in my inbox outright demanding auntspam. And who am I to say no to that?


Temporarily distracted as she may be, Abby loves this butterfly like only a baby could love a crinkly paper sounding plastic butterfly that plays London Bridge is Falling Down, Frere Jacques and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.



But she loves Rabbit just as much, clearly!


Amber wants in on the cuteness action. I don't know where she got the idea that pawing my crotch was the way to get my love and attention. Someone must have told her.


This cute of a family pose requires adjustment.



But it's worth it if we get to play with butterfly again. Abby can hold it by the wings and squish it against her. It's the best game in the world.

 
Amber is very much pining. She was very affectionate and demanind of attention all weekend, and cried every time she was alone, poor puppy.


Mummy comes home from shopping with Alex only to give Abby a ridiculous pink hat that's too big for her. She looks as impressed as this much pink deserves.


I'm obviously too busy being engaged in conversation to pay Abby the attention she deserves, and she expresses this annoyance in a look to Grandad.


Amber gives up looking for company in Abby and me and finds it with Alex.

In conclusion: Still the prettiest.