Somehow another month has passed and I am looking back over the things that Pebble has been saying:
Whispering into Rocky’s ear: I love you.
To me: That’s for him and then when he opens his mouth ‘I love you’ will pass on to you, then you will whisper it to Daddy and Daddy will whisper it to me and it will go around and around and around.
To Dad on the phone: I miss you, I love you, I want you, you are my best friend, bye bye!
While watching the Admiral on top of his ‘ship’ in Mary Poppins: Why isn’t he on his real boat?
Me: Maybe he’s a bit confused. I think that he thinks that is his boat.
Pebble: Daddy says it’s because he’s old. And I think that he is old because I looked at him and his face looks all squashy.
Pebble – 3 years, 5 months – I have no idea what this expression is!?
Rocky – 16 weeks – happy little dude (though that might not have been the usual this week!).
A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013