Four. Unbelievable. 

I sometimes look at this precious girl of ours and wonder where she came from. 

Surely no one else on either side of the family is this nuts. 

Three was so fun. So eccentric. So unpredictable. I hope Tilly at four is as much of a hoot. 

I love her princessyness most of all.

(Playing next door with our neighbours.)

I love her decorum. Her reserve. Her inhibition. (Er, mostly unphotographable.)

This small and very amusing person is our one-girl party and we adore her, although perhaps no one more so than her younger sister. 

Happy birthday Matilda Daisy. You are a rocking kid.

And crazy as a coconut.

xxx