Louisette is eight months old this Saturday, which has a special meaning for me: her father has now stuck around longer than mine did (my mum remarried when I was two, and THAT worked out great). It is a peculiar gift my biodad gave me – I already have the sure knowledge that my daughter’s life first year of life is better than mine was. Isn’t a better life what all of us want to give our children? For all my failings present and future as a person and as a mum, I got marriage right the first time. CJ is the biz.
And now for some gratuitous cuteness: pics of Louisette with her month-old cousin (gotta love a suspicious baby, right?), plus a couple more photos just for luck.
