Wednesday, July 25, 2012


Do you remember the perfect belly button swirl E had when she was 17 weeks? It grew out. Now she's nonchalantly rocking a perfect curl instead. The kind you spend twenty minutes chasing a toddler around the room trying to photograph. 

We're just back from a week of house hunting in London. It was Not Good. The most appealing prospect had a crack running down the front of the building and damp creeping up the back. It was a quarter of a million pounds.