Whenever I see this photo my uterus goes off on a frustrating little frolic of its own, jumping up and down and screaming for a new occupant. This is my 14 month old squidgy, pudgy mass of sugar and spice and all things nice with her copper pigtails and sausage legs. I love the way she’s holding onto his fingers trying to keep up, but intently concentrating on her steps at the same time.
And here she is re-enacting the scene with her dad at Queenscliff yesterday at 4 years old. It’s interesting to observe her grabbing his hand and confidently leading him to the water now, whilst knowing at the same time she’s still a “Daddy’s girl” through and through and she still calls on him to carry her 23kg heft when she gets tired.
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What great shots. Hope you can get more similar over the next few years. At least, til she’s sick of holding Daddy’s hand
I don’t have children. Never wanted ‘em. Never gonna have ‘em… But these pics really are just delightful!!
Thanks Rae!
KC: Good decision. I made that decision too, but fate stepped in and I guess I at least try to give the impression to the world that I don’t neglect the little rat