No, you didn't miss a blog - dad's just been super mad busy and so I haven't had a chance to get on this machine. Now that I'm here, it's quite fun.
I like buttons.
Thought you might like to see how much I've changed!
Well, here I am with my big bother. And no, that wasn't a typo...
Actually, Harry's fine, he's pretty gentle with me and doesn't get too jealous.
That said, sometimes his antics can drive a girl to drink.
After a particularly heavy night of it, grandma helps me dry out.
I jest of course. The only soaking I do is the California sun rays - but just for a few seconds. Harry likes to couch-tan too.
Actually, a few folks have said I look like my brother. I really don't see the similarity...
I mean - look, when we're stripped down to our undies, we're totally different!
Of course, being a lady, I would rather be seen in my finery than my super-absorbent knickers.
It is distressing though, when daddy forgets what a pretty little thing I am - and makes me look like a reject from The Hobbit.
Oliver doesn't mind though - he knows a future trophy wife when he sees one.
Wow - all this button mashing can wear a little girl out... it must be nap time somewhere...
Bye for now,
love, Kaylee Jayne XX
