Bears and Baby

Another busy day looking at schools, sorting the house, which has boxes of presents as yet unwrapped and not yet sent to Father Christmas, in certain strategic places. What to blip was solved by the three year old. Take a photo of my boys, Mummy. As she had arranged them so nicely I obliged not intending to use it, but it is now that time of day and I have nothing else.

Please note the 'baby'. It is one of two that are 32 years old, given to me by my two brothers on their arrival in the world. Both still have all their eyelashes (something missing from modern day babies) and also the original clothes my Mum knitted for them, although this one isn't wearing them. Carys loves them.