Amelia Maple

That isn’t a typo, that is what Abby calls her, Amelia Maple.

I told you that I didn’t have the wherewithal to actually get a picture of Emma when she wasn’t nursing or when I was holding her so I made an extra effort and got this one whilst holding the sleeping Peep.

Later, she was awake, and not taking kindly to the chilling experience of yet another bath. At only six and a half pounds there isn’t a lot of biomass to go around for heat retention and such.

However during the bath, seemingly, the most enjoyable thing next to a milk-drunk nap is the scrubby on her little weathered round head.

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times”
Who knew Dickens was talking about bath-time.