I was searching (unsuccesfully) for something on my hard drive this evening, and I came across this long-forgotten photo from the end of last November...


I can't believe how much she's grown (and I've aged). The only man who could hold her with one arm now is Steve Austin. These days she's trotting across the living room, jumping onto the coffee table, and smearing chocolate buttons all over the furniture...


I blame her Grandma for that. If it wasn't for the fact that our sofa already has vomit stains, cat scratches, legs held on with glue, and a burn mark where Lisa put down the iron, I'd be quite annoyed.

But the girl's progress over the past few months has been remarkable. As Lisa said to me quite seriously the other day, "Amelie's now at the point where she can eat human food".

I think I'll put away the cat biscuits.