Thigh confusion
'I can see Esther's fanny' said Nancy. 'Er, no, that is her chuddily mid thigh.' Oh. Well. Er, wrong way bonzo. Poor old Esther, she doesn't come well out of this anecdote. But it underscores the creeping chuddification of our newest chide. Luckily, i can, without bias or prejudice, day that Esther is the platonic image of a baby bibendum. Her arms are fully articulated, like a string of party weiners and her neck has all but been enveloped by a most sublime, Neve-ian, jowl.
Her ascent into the into the ranks of portliness will only be bolstered by the addition of solid food to her diet, which has veered from effete middle class parody (in the form of a globe artichoke leaf) to gritty north London life (a chip) but has now settled into a rhythm of pureed fruit and vegetables. Yum.
While her appetite is most excellent it has re awakened her parents, or at least her pater, to the primordial terror of more solid poo. Oh to be German. This trajectory is unavoidable but it was a forgotten horror of Nancy. At least she isn't on the meat yet. That is when things go very wrong. Ja, wohl mein führer.
But alongside the pooing, humanity and annoyingly for us, locomotion are sweeping into her at an alarming rate. Where Nancy sat, Esther is rolling and rotating. I fear we might have a mover. Blast. She is also half fish as she had taken to water like a duck. Nothing can unsettle her when half submerged the wet stuff. Even in her face water. Heroic.
Anyway, here are some crackling v little pictures. Enjoy.
Her ascent into the into the ranks of portliness will only be bolstered by the addition of solid food to her diet, which has veered from effete middle class parody (in the form of a globe artichoke leaf) to gritty north London life (a chip) but has now settled into a rhythm of pureed fruit and vegetables. Yum.
While her appetite is most excellent it has re awakened her parents, or at least her pater, to the primordial terror of more solid poo. Oh to be German. This trajectory is unavoidable but it was a forgotten horror of Nancy. At least she isn't on the meat yet. That is when things go very wrong. Ja, wohl mein führer.
But alongside the pooing, humanity and annoyingly for us, locomotion are sweeping into her at an alarming rate. Where Nancy sat, Esther is rolling and rotating. I fear we might have a mover. Blast. She is also half fish as she had taken to water like a duck. Nothing can unsettle her when half submerged the wet stuff. Even in her face water. Heroic.
Anyway, here are some crackling v little pictures. Enjoy.
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