They've arrived!

I'm soooooooooooooooooo excited, today I can tell you about a little something I've been up to!
BFS and I are now published in full on hardcover pics and print. I came across a fabulous website called www.blurb.com who can import your blog and print it into real books!!! A touch of editing by me was involved but the final outcome is F.A.B! Now this little diary of mine is there in it's full glory for all of prosperity. Not just floating about in the world wide web, but there in physical form for anyone to pick up and read. My boys will manage to see what they did from a young age, along with the pictures to go with.

I was doing this all as a surprise for BFS, and had no real excuse to give him his copy - xmas has just passed, his birthday is almost in the second half of the year but I needed to give him a reason to start blogging again. I tried just asking him to do it (he has been mightily busy at work) as now that I've discovered this I would like to print one every year as long as we keep it up (it's a very easy way to keep a record of our family life!) - so I gave it to him tonight as soon as I got the chance!

Now that he has seen it in the flesh I think he may get tapping on the keyboard again ;0)

For me BFS's blog isn't just about our family life - he's got a knack of writing with humour about any subject you can imagine. He likes to read topical articles and loves to write about his views on them. I love when I check in on his site and there's a new post. I generally suffer from not being able to conjure up a witty enough comment to leave, which annoys me!

My online diary though, is mostly a chance to document my boys life and capture them on 'film' growing up. Now that I've discovered that this little project can be so easily transferred into print I just can't wait to make sure that no little detail is missed!

Gosh this is exciting!

Keeping it brief!

Here's my very short blog for the day.

I'm a very grumpy moo. I was woken twice overnight and in between got a very restless sleep. My throat has been closing in on me for a couple of days and to top it the boiler's packed in and I've spent the day doing housework!

My eldest was keen for a bit as he got to do the hoovering (it always needs re-done, but bless he likes to help) but once the novelty wore off I've had constant whining from both. Why did my mum cancel this weekend???

I did very almost slip up today. BB pointed out a puddle of spilt milk (goodness only knows where it came from) in the corner of the kitchen and informed me I needed to clean it up. As I was doubled over mopping it up, wondering how it had miraculously appeared I muttered 'f**k sake' under my breath. Not knowing that BB was behind me within whispers reach. I soon realised when I heard 'OH SAKE' in the same tone I'd just used from behind, then pleased at being like a grown up, he repeated it again. I'm very thankful that he hadn't heard me properly! He hasn't used the term of phrase again - so I think I got away with it that time.

I generally don't swear that much and certainly not in front of the kids. When I'm really riled I can get a bit fruity with the language, but even when BFS poured a cup of FREEZING water over me in the shower a couple of weeks ago, my only expletives were 'bar steward' - yup those actual words - which I thought was very restrained. I would have been fizzing if he'd learned his first swear word from me!

Off to be grumpy again. I was going to do the ironing this evening - but it is a very definite early night for me tonight - I just hope to goodness that BB chooses this one to be a restful one!

Something's gotta give....

The housework wins at the moment!!

Myself and the boys have been very social bunnies this past week or so - to the detriment of my house! Tomorrow we're going to spend a very needed day in catching up with the chores. I'm sure this will be to the displeasure of BB, who's favourite question at the moment is 'what are we doing after.....? the after can be either the current activity, or a pre-calculated itinerary for the day. Even if all hours are filled up until bedtime. To be followed only by the question 'why?'.

Take deep breaths.......

We will need some milk by the end of the day - so I will have to venture out at some point! I just want a general clean so I feel less guilty about spending my evenings at the pc!

We had a day trip to Broughty Ferry today completely on the spur of the moment! I say spur - but the moment was at 9am so I had enough time to prepare lunch for us to take. After dance class I gathered the boys into the car and headed south. We actually stopped at a local coffee shop for lunch and we did half the packed lunch. BB 'allowed' me to have a walk up and down the high street and even enter a couple of boutiques without too much grumbling! This was all on the back of the fact I'd promised him a new rug for his room - the really cool one from Tigerlily's playroom with the planets on it. Boy was he excited about it. It now has pride of place in his room.

The highlight of the boys day was sitting in the trolley watching a forklift truck do it's stuff in B&Q. I was asked 'can I have 4 minutes?' when I tried to wheel them away......I let them have their minutes as both were completely engrossed with glaiket grins on their faces!



LL upped his hat count with his brothers undies this morning! Lovely red jockeys....

Playroom envy!

I forgot to mention - just how cool is young Tigerlily's playroom? (it is fractionally less cool now that the stuffed eagle (yup a real one - in a glass display case) has been removed!!!



However I am suffering from total and complete Playroom envy at this point in time.



I wish I didn't only have my 50mm lens as I could have shown so much more of the creativeness of this amazing room!

Some days you just need to be free...

I've left it a bit late to blog properly as I'm a little sleepy and the night has been broken by many frustrated visits upstairs to a boy who won't stay in bed. He's been sooooo good lately too - it's very annoying!!!

Once again an action packed day - LL let some air in about his loins this morning at toddlers (not really - there was a nappy and vest barriering the way...) He tipped a cup of water over himself and because the old fashioned radiators in the hall are so hot, I just stripped him of his denims and dried them on top. His boots went back on though - personally I thought it was quite a good look!!!



The afternoon took us out to a friends whose house is on a private school estate (her husband is the headmaster) Both boys had a great time and were great over lunch, then we headed down to the walled garden where they did some clambering about on the climbing frames. They both came back with muddy boots and rugged cheeks. Hopefully the fresh air will give us all a good nights sleep...



Oh there he goes again..........

A breath of fresh air....

or two!
Had a lovely day today. It started (after dropping off BB at nursery) with a brisk stroll with a friend and our two youngest in their prams for about an hour. Boy did it feel good (I did get pretty out of puff!) and since it was back to hers for a cuppa, the cake intake was also restricted.....

After lunch we headed back to Brechin with the plan of action - as BB needed to know - of going to the bank, then going to the shop (to exchange a heater) and then having a trip to the library. He repeated this mantra to me during the car journey there and I was impressed at how he took an impromptu itinerary change when we arrived just after the bank had closed for lunch. Changes as such can cause a bit of a strop in my eldest 'but I wanted to go to the bank, and then the shop and then the library Mummy.......' he was quite happy though to go with the flow with the change of schedule (shop/library/bank) - I think it's because all three destinations were still to be visited then the order didn't matter so much?

We walked to the library from where we'd parked the car - which is quite a little distance for little feet such as LL has - but bless, he is loving walking right now, and even keeps up the pace quite well! We made it there in one piece. The nice librarian pointed us in the direction of the children's section and we made ourselves at home. BB and LL did some puzzles and chose some books for me to read, then we got some company. Unbeknownst to me there was a story telling session starting in about 20 mins so we decided to stick around (the bank could wait and we'd already been to the shop!) A rug was laid down and toys were dispersed on it, BB took a keen interest and LL had great joy running up and down the ramp which leads to the children's area! I encountered my first 'super mum' who - loudly enough for me to hear - made a show of asking her eldest what she'd had for lunch. The reply being 'salad!' (On a cold winter's day - surely that amounts to child abuse! - unlike the soup served with Naan Bread (don't ask!!!) which my two had!) the components of the salad followed - cucumber etc (to be honest I'd switched off by that point) I was soon awoken from my daydreamy slumber by the mutterings in the background of same pushy mum - 'so dear - you can speak french can't you? Which words can you say in French?' *silence* (ha bloody ha!) Her performing puppet had given up on her.
THEN arrived Mother Earth herself!!! A woman who looked to be around forty, wearing what can only be described as a stereotypical hippy uniform - including technicolour cardigan to the floor, long cord skirt and handknitted woolly jumper - with her three kids in tow (one in as car seat) I double took when I turned to see middle child nursing from her mum. I was gauging her size - similar to LL but more petite, but once she was on the move her vocabulary etc made her much older. Hmmmmm appears Mother Earth listens to the WHO guidelines on breastfeeding our children. I enquired later and her two eldest were 4 and 2. I know lots of women do this, but personally I find this a bit wrong, this child is fully able to drink from a cup! THEN about 15 mins later poor baby in car seat (who I'd forgotten about) got latched onto the same boob (it was noted that Mother Earths obviously think bras are for the evil........)poor little buggar was getting big sisters dregs. Surely there can't be enough in there for a growing child? Wrong wrong wrong!!! When she finally went on to proclaim that 'of course it's okay for your 4 year old to still be in nappies' (because hers was - and indeed that it would amount to child abuse to try and remove them sooner) to another mum who was obviously trying to get her son dry. I realised that much as the boys had fun - they may not be returning to this particular storytelling session anytime soon. It all seemed to be a bit of a stage for showcasing who was the best parent.

The lady reading the stories was very good - so I suppose it's always an option on a rainy thursday afternoon - so long as I get to sit at the back and not have to listen to it all...

Did I mention yesterday that BB's arm has seriously swollen after his jabs? He hasn't mentioned it before tonight (even when I outwardly cringe every time I've taken his top off!) but he did inform me (at the strangest moment whilst straining out a poo!) that his arm still hurt, and when I gave it a (very gentle) kiss better he told me he didn't like getting 'jections'. He told me he'd been really brave though.

That you had son, that you had.

Like a duck to.........mud?

Quickly about the above pic - I was mooching on the fact I had no pics from today to post when I went in to turn out the light for LL, who'd indicated when he went to bed that he wanted to 'read his book' for a bit. Look at the image I was faced with......I'm a sucker for pics of his feet anyway (which I couldn't have posed better for the camera) but when the little crossed feet set up was combined with the bum in the air - well I couldn't resist. Downstairs it was for the camera before the lights got put out!

BB started swimming lessons today. He pretty much hung onto the side or to the helper in the pool for the entirety of the half hour (unlike the other kids who were having a ball splashing around) but I'm glad he went. We really have left it too long between pool sessions and his confidence has all but disappeared down the big pools plughole! I think though, that even just being in the pool regularly will be enough to bring it back up to the point where he is confident enough to 'let go' He did well though and only blubbed briefly when he got a face full of water from one of the less tentative kids.

Ouch!!!

For a few days now I've been preparing my biggest boy for the fact that someone was going to stick a needle in him today. He's been pretty good about it, and although he's been fearful of the pain (I've been upfront with him about the fact that it will hurt - but only for a little while) he quite happily trotted into the doc's surgery this afternoon.

I'm sure that now he's undergone the trauma - not once, but twice - (a needle in each arm!) he'll be less inclined to want to repeat the experience. The prep helped and I had a raisin stick to the ready once he'd been stabbed twice - which ebbed the tears immediately. Phew!

I think it didn't help that what was becoming apparent whilst we waited on the health visitor preparing the jabs (she went to another room to do so) that BB thought that getting your blood pressure taken was what getting injections were! I'd explained it was the same as Daddy got when he went to the docs (BB joined him the last time he gave blood) and also the same as me (ditto), but when he started asking me about where on his arm he would be squeezed and 'is that a children's one Mummy' (whilst pointing to the blood pressure monitor on the desk) I quickly realised he was a bit muddled - no wonder he practically skipped into the office! I explained to him more clearly that the doctor (as he called the Health Visitor) would prick his arm with a needle, and that she wouldn't be squeezing him. Still nothing prepares for the actuality does it?

All in all it's over - and he did me proud!



LL and I met a friend for a coffee (well chai tea for me) and a catch up today in a local bakehouse. It was great and he made a big show of entertaining the local blue rinse brigade. He'll definitely be one to watch out for when he's older.....

Bully boys...

BB encountered his first bout of being bullied today. We were over visiting his friend and they were playing really well together, but we were joined by others and another older boy went off to play with them. The biggest one started initiating a bully culture and unfortunately my wee boy was the victim in this case. You could tell one was being led astray by the other when, after his partner in crime had snuck up and 'whipped' BB with a very soft pretend cowboy whip - he turned to the conspirator and announced 'see I did it, I did it!' Hmmmmm some egging on going on there then?

Later it came to a head when I had to go and calm my hysterical boy who was upstairs howling and through bursts of tears was trying to tell me that he had been hurt by both of the boys on his arm, his cheek and his back. I was fizzing - but exteriorly calm enough to not make a scene. I took him away from the situation and in private asked him who's hit him (both the boys) and what with (hard plastic light batons). Basically they'd been walloping him. Not surprisingly he didn't want to go back and play (I need you to look after me Mummy) - I couldn't blame him, but It's all life training - he'll be faced with the same situation again soon enough unfortunately.

As a mum I felt it was more important to explain to him that what the boys had done was very wrong, that he should never do it as he now knew what it felt like to get hurt and if it ever happened again in the future to be sure that he told a grown up.

LL has been his usual chilled out self. Tomorrow BB goes for his MMR booster jab. This will be his first one whereby he is able to react properly by telling me what a bad mum I am for making him do it!!! haha. I'll be sure and have a fruitbar or something in my pocket to appease him with as soon as he gets it.........it's all about the preparation! I have explained to him what's going to happen and that it will hurt for a little bit so hopefully he'll be fine.

Ooh - talking of jabs - the letters came through today about the swine flu jab for both boys. There's a discussion I need to have with BFS.

The pic is from a couple of weeks ago when we had good snow - BB is on his much loved 'tractor/trailer/digger' combo which he got from Mr. Clause!!

Me time!

Ooh I've been spoiled in bundles this weekend - not only did I get to go out for a meal last night, I got leave of absence today to go to the cinema (ticket for one please......) Mum hung around long enough today to let me sneak off for 3 hours.
Bliss!
I've been really wanting to see Avatar and felt that this really isn't one that could wait for DVD because of the whole 3D experience etc, and fearful that it would no longer be in the cinema when BFS got back from work (they only appear to be on the big screen for the blink of an eye nowadays...) I asked if she'd mind letting me go.

I have to admit that I loved it. The effect were pretty spectacular. Cinema certainly has come a long way since the flying bike in ET!

Because I spent a lot of today away from my kids - there's not much to say about what they've been up to!

Oh there was a funny moment earlier when BB got a hold of a Breast Pump (which I'd left out for my 'almost sis-in-law' who'd stopped over and is still nursing Isla) and found great fun in thinking up weird and wonderful uses for it. It was a trumpet at one point, a space zapper at another and bizarrely a hairdryer which he used to 'dry' my hair with. Now when he's in bed I need to pack it away as he has now become very possesive over 'his new toy!' I can't see that one going down well the next time he has friends over......

off out.....

Tonight was an opportunity for me to get the glad rags on and head out with the local mums for a meal! We had a private room and there were only 9 of us there, but it was great. There were just enough to keep good conversation flowing all night. Many amusing stories were brought to the floor, and I even had a cheeky couple of glasses of wine which kept my cheeks rosy and my mouth a blethering!

Grandma B. did the honour of babysitting and a fine job she did of it.

BB went along to his dance class again this morning, and this time I even got a rendition of what he learned in class when he came home. It's great to see him so excited about something - we'll be getting him tap shoes in no time as I think he's going to keep wanting to go.

LL upped his 'hat tally' to include a toy tractor and an oven mitt today. Ace!

The lies you tell your children.....which they actually believe!

I was thinking today that it would be worth noting down the little tricks which we use as parents to get our children to do what we want. Every so often a gem appears that works every time (for a while) so we grasp onto it and use and abuse it. Currently BFS is still using the santa threat when he wants good behaviour (as I'm sure most parents do!) but I have concocted - with BB's help - a cracking way to get him to drink his milk when he's reluctant (which he needs to do to keep his fluid levels up due to his 'bum problem')
About a year ago - whilst I was still nursing LL, BB sarted to feed Tinky Winky milk from his tummy. He fully believes that TW gets his daily supply from him as TW is his baby and mum's (apparently) feed their babies milk from their tummies (just how far south have my bbobs crept if this is the impression he has??). This did fizzle out, but since new babies have appeared on the local scene and he's witnessing women nursing their babies again he has reinstated this belief. Out of true concern that TW won't have any milk to drink - a gentle reminder from me about this fact (normally in the blunt terms of - 'well if you don't drink your milk then TW won't be able to get any from your tummy!') generally ensures that the 'I've had enough' statement turns to pretty fast guzzling of any volume of milk in front of him. I'm not sure how long I can keep this one up - but it's been going a good few weeks now. I think it's a particularly good effort - and I'll be sure to tell him about it when he's older.

LL is going through a 'hat phase'. This would be fine if he was limiting it to articles which sole design purpose was for wearing upon one's cranium - however he is finding true joy out of placing anything he can find on his head (admittedly his practice has made him a master of pulling on his own tammy - which I think is rather a feat!)
The items so far have consisted of:
His wooly hat
His brothers wooly hat
A plastic builders hat
A fireman's helmet
His pyjama top
A rubber bib
Any of his dinner plates once empty (unfortunately he still gets the remains of any food stuck in his hair)
A (clean) nappy
Remote controls
anything else within grasp!
My particular favourite though is a 'net' from his brothers 'Elefun' game (think old fashioned fishing nets on a stick) because once he has the whole thing on his head he looks like a dodgy gangster about to rob a bank with a stocking on his head.....

Quick eye update.....

WOOHOO! - BB woke this morning without crusted shut eyes!! He shall go to the ball (well dancing class) tomorrow! I've continued with the cleaning and the cream (it states that you should use it for 5 days after symptoms disappear) but I think that my efforts yesterday have come to fruition and the evil bacteria has been driven away. What a relief!

But I want PINK dancing shoes Mummy.......

I forgot to mention the other day that BB went to his first dancing lesson at the weekend. I have been determined to get him started for a while now - so was pleased when we finally turned up to the local Dancing School on saturday morning all excited about his new venture. However, I must admit that even I had some apprehension when we were sat in the changing room waiting for the class to start surrounded by a sea of pink! He was the only boy in the class, which was made up of the most adorable little collection of stereotypical 'little girl does ballet' types that you've ever seen. net skirts included. I even asked a friend out loud 'if it was a bit gay for BB to join in?' but she quickly poo-pooed my growing doubt that I'd done the right thing.
He hung back until his little friend Izzy stomped her way through the door - then he gleefully followed after. We waited until the music started to confirm that no bawling children would re-appear before sneaking off to do some shopping and catch up over a cuppa!

I have to emphasise that this is NOT a ballet class which he is attending (although they do do some of that too) but everything is covered from Tap to Highland and poise and posture. Basically to a 3 year old I think it means you get to run around on your tippytoes to music for an hour!!! He loved it and was full of babble about his dancing school and the dancing teacher all the way home.

Because it was his first time - he went in his socks, so today we went to get some proper dancing shoes (black pumps - I'll wait and see if he's still interested in a few weeks before buying tap shoes!) He was all psyched up about getting his new dancing shoes, but after about the 20th time of repeating it in the car I could have sworn that he'd added an extra word to the phrase 'we're going to get my new dancing shoes Mummy' on most occassions the addition of extra words would be overlooked - if in fact even registered - but on this occassion the word in question was PINK!
Yup you heard me right (as did I him) he started telling me we were 'going to get his new PINK dancing shoes'! (His Dad's gonna shoot me.....)
I quickly told him that girls wear pink dancing shoes and boys wear black ones. That was it - the world was going to end.......BUT I WANT PINK DANCING SHOES MUMMY!!!!!
(on repeat with loud wails.)
Oh - god how do I deal with this one???? I told him that the shop might not have any pink boys shoes left, but we'd wait and see what they had when we got there - it stalled him briefly!
Luckily I managed to inform the lady quickly in code about them only stocking black boys shoes and her response (along with the very clever distraction of lots of toys to play with in the shop) seemed to appease him. I don't think he even paid attention whilst she tried them on his feet! Phew.

On leaving the shop we crossed the road to visit what was now our 5th pharmacy of the day, because believe it or not after all that trauma BB probably won't even be able to attend his class on saturday. He has once again developed conjunctivitus. It was tough to register the very obviously mounds of green gloop which were present in the corners of his eyes when I picked him up from nursery today. The teacher informed me that, if it was indeed the aforementioned, he had to be clear for 24hrs before he could go back. After what we went through last year with him I set myself on a mission to get something to treat it and nip it in the bud before it got worse. Here's where the drawbacks of staying in the sticks near a small village come in. I didn't realise that both the Doctors surgery and the local Pharmacist were closed on Thursday afternoons! Handy huh? (Only discovered once we'd driven through!) so we went to the local town only to discover that apparently eye ointment is in short supply (they do have drops but they weren't suitable for BB) and they'd been informed they wouldn't get any more until February!!! We then went to Boots - now surely......NOPE!
So it was off to the next town which is substantially bigger (and also happens to be where the dance shoe shop is!) and tried a couple there. Success at last - in the third one I went into they had some. He's been great at letting me clean his eyes (about every 5 mins) and letting me put in the cream - as he really wants to go to nursery tomorrow (aparently they're getting the train track out). I'm all prepped for the devastation when he realises that he can't go. I have a feeling he won't be so receptive to treatment in the morning....



LL's skin however is much better. He's loving his nightly 'bath in the sink!'

Am I a bad person???

I sent my son, who had just landed on his head to the naughty step today!

That makes me sound really bad, but I'll rewind and explain my reasons for doing so and you may understand (it probably won't stop me from being a bad person though....)

After a fairly straight forward morning spent dropping of BB at nursery, then (finally) posting my friends daughter's christmas present and blethering to a few mums at toddlers whilst LL wiled away the hour and half (during which I took the decisive step of deciding to start BB at swimming lessons that very afternoon -one mum is a swimming teacher - well done me!) I picked up BB from nursery and got him psyched up about said swimming lessons and the fact that we were heading for a playdate with his wee pal at the local soft play place.

All was going well.

Then I got both boys sat at the table and started to prep lunch. I turned at one point to see BB up on the table on his knees. He got told sternly to sit back down on his chair and I turned back to what I was doing. That's when I heard the - THUD *split second silence* SCREAM - combination that caused me to whisk round, expecting to see the toppled chair which had caused the thud. However I was faced with only BB on the tiled floor, a very upright chair and the cold realisation that the thud was in fact caused by his head as he chose it as the item he'd like to cushion his fall to the very hard floor. 'Hmmm - that's not very good!' I thought to myself (or something similar) as I picked up the very distressed loon.

A subsequent 20mins of frantic crying and clinging followed (escalated by his now starving, crying little brother who's only concern was why his food wasn't prepped and in front of him)I tried to continue lunch service one handedly whilst trying to humph a (bloody heavy) 3 year old on one hip. I tried 'Mr. Bump' I dutifully supplied him with the cream which he requested (a pretend rub on his head with savlon) but nothing was working. He complained of a sore head and a sore cheek (or as I was corrected TWO sore cheeks!) He was obviously making the headache worse with the pressure he would have been exerting on it with the excessive screaming, so finally I told him he was going to have to 'time out' for a while and took him out to what he knows as the naughty step. Now the reasoning for this is that he normally chills out whilst sat there and, in fact, tells you to go away and come back later when you come to let him off of said step - but not today. He just followed me back into the kitchen and told me I had to look after him. (guilts, guilts, guilts!!!)
He then fell asleep stood up hugging me.

That's never good.

I awoke him and sat him on my lap and tried to get him to eat something (or at least drink his milk) but I just couldn't keep him awake. He'd respond with a grunt then just pass out again.

That's never good either!

I called the docs and not surprisingly they were in fact eating their lunch - so no reply there. I then resorted to calling NHS 24. We went over a few checks and stuff and they got me to poke and prod him whilst they were on the phone. A conclusion was drawn to have him checked by his GP and for me to watch out for mood swings (like I'd be able to tell - haha), vomiting, or severe drowsiness and unresponsiveness (best keep him away from the box then!) I asked if we should stay in, but was told to keep him active - so we opted for still going to soft play! (I think that salvates my previous naughty step hiccup?)
I was questioning my choice when he vomited as soon as we got out of the car - but boldly we still went in!
To (finally) cut the story short - we had the check at the docs, he's fine apart from being a grumpy little sod and my peaceful day wasn't so peaceful after all!

Oh and as for the swimming - I thought that would be a step too far, so as far as he's concerned they closed the pool for the afternoon and we'll start next week instead!

A rush zone....

Phew what a busy (past few) days!

This morning started early as BFS was getting ready to head back to work. Once up with LL it was get brekkie on the go, get his big brother up and organised for nursery, tidy up the playroom (which we're trying to reclaim back from the kids) for the imminent arrival of a new sofa for the room, then get BB back from nursery, await the Sky HD man to install our swanky new box, then jump in the car to head to ABZ where the window people were finishing off installing new windows into our old home, dinner at Grandma's, have a quick natter (without even a cuppa may I add - must brush up your hospitality skills Mum!!!) then back in the car for the hour drive back home then get the boys into bed. Crazy stuff!

We had two birthday parties this weekend past and SS up visiting too. I've spent what's left of my evening finalising a little treat I've organised for BFS so hopefully will get some editing done tomorrow and post something up on here.

The New Year has started all in a fluster - let's hope it calms somewhat from here!!!

I Heart Faces - (cheeky chappie!)

Ignoring the fact that his curly bedhead makes him look like a girl - just how irresistible is LL in this pic????

It's been a while since I posted a pic in the I Heart Faces website, but since this weeks theme is Best Face Photo and it had to be a recent pic, since this little charmer was already posted I thought I'd update the post to make it an entry.

Check out the other entries at the website www.iheartfaces.com