Making Hay while She Sleeps

Oh Nancy. I mean Esther. Esther, Esther, Esther, Esther. The most wonderful Esther. I've just emailed DalaiLama.com to further her case as being the next Lama as she is tranquil beyond any reasonable degree (the auto responder indicated that a response would be forthcoming within 4 lunar cycles - HMRC would never get away with that sort of mystic deadline). Whilst changing her nappy in an attempt to rouse her from a slumber and encourage a bit of breast guzzle, I undertook acts of ordinary rendition, but did she respond, did she get her jihad on? Nope, as the water rained down on her face from a cotton wall ball, she didn't flinch. She didn't deign to respond. She simply lay there peacefully sleeping, knowing that she would win out. And win out she did. Madness. Similarly, Maddy flushed out her eyes with breast milk this morning and no response was forthcoming. Clearly, she is already ascending to a higher level of consciousness. Or plotting some scatological response the next time she was denappied.

She remains a very peaceful beast and is sleeping very very well but this can only last for so long. Like my decade without a hangover, it has to end sometime and when it does it is bound to be messy. However, in the meantime Esther remains a serene pudding, ensconced in her cocoonababy or on her mother's bosom. Her waking moments are slowly increasing and her sister, Nancy (more on her on the other site - like Ghostbusters I'll never cross streams), remains her stalwart defender and is a most lovely older sister.

Some more pictures for you all to enjoy.

Sleeping Beauty

Fierce

Milk Overdose

A most serious bean.

"Just like that"

A slightly jowly father. Egad.