Trouble

Yesterday Sophie was watching a DVD and I had Rosy in the Bumbo next to her, grasping for things to put in her mouth (I've decided Rosy's life at this stage is like an endless game of bobbing for apples. Blind grasping, always out of reach). We heard Sophie start crying in earnest . . . what could possibly be wrong? "ROsy's pulling my haaaaiiiirrrrr!!!!" I know it hurt because I am woken up by the face-clawing hair-pulling monster every morning. The first of many sisterly moment, I fear. John and I could barely hide our laughter.

Revenge of the five-month old. A birthday post coming soon.