The crappy über boring playground at McDonalds...

... seriously, what were Mum and Dad thinking?

Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright

A few minutes of sleepy relief for Meritxell - who is having trouble sleeping at the moment because of a horrible, stuffy head cold.

That tassled, just-out-of-bed, Meg Ryan look.

Park-time with Gail.

Hit and (almost) Run: Accident or Deliberate?

11 November 2006: A huge huge huge thank you to Nannie, Poppie, Uncle Keith and Tía Vivi for getting together and convincing Santa to drop by early with a new digital camera. We´re so grateful for your generosity and we´ll have lots of great new - and IN FOCUS - photos up early next week.

Many thanks again and lots of love and kisses,

SMXM.

Meritxell's first time out in the stroller without the comfort and snugginess of the car-seat attachment - she´s not altogether pleased with the whole situation. (And I´m not even going to try and explain Xayla´s expression).

Yep, she´s just not too sure about it.

But I guess eventually she got over her worry. At least enough to catch a few Zs.

Who´s a happy girl, then?

Yep, still happy.

Just happy happy happy. (Mind you, I look at this photo and I see Michael Flatley, Lord of the Dance).

It seems a stray Rogic gene may have filtered down from Nannie, through Mummy and now into Xayla. It’s called...

... the Bubble Wrap Popping Gene. It's a gene responsible for the compulsive order that has the sufferer uncontrollably popping bubble wrap whenever a sheet comes to hand. Mummy even pops them under the bed sheets so that she doesn't drive Daddy round the bend.

Oh yes...

... this bubba looooooooves her food.

As for Xayla...

... we´re still working on it. But she´s slowly getting better.