Agatha

If the truth be told I was just a teeny weeny bit hungover today following a splendid evening of the party variety courtesy of Ryans 40th.  I snuck off to bed at midday for a little snooze and woke to find Agatha tucked up under my arm.  Don't you just wish you could bottle that stuff because one day it will be gone.  Incidentally said three year old is now sitting up in bed singing at the top of her voice and chatting to her pillow.  Definately grown out of that day time nap then.