Empathy is no mean feat

She is 14 months, and just learning to play with inanimate objects and "pretend". She knows the WORD "pretend", as I use it everytime she starts to eat playdoh! I care for her three days per week, and her imagination has just taken off. It helps that she has an older sister. She responds to the pretend train sounds, but the tracks are pointless. She just rips them up. The train-shed is a different kettle of fish. It had not occurrd to me, but the shape of the train-shed and the baby-cradle are similar.

Masterpiece in progress

I have run out of interesting photos of Sydney town. My apologies.

However, I spend a lot of time in my garden and with my grand-children. So, this is the type of shot on your menu for the rest of this week.

Raspberry delight!

There I was slaving away, finding and cutting only the ripest of ripe fruit. If they ever stopped eating long enough, they whinged that someone else had more!

Tangerine dream

My grand-daughter, Juliet, is 13 months old. She is just starting to paint, and express herself. The soundtrack to this work is a succession of gasps and giggles as she realiees what she is doing, and that SHE is making the marks appear. Umm ... she was a mess by the end, especially when she tried to wash her hair with the paint-brush.

Bonding

What better way to bond with my younger grand-daughter than over a "Milk Coffee" biscuit? Juliet had water, and Ma had a Nespresso "Dharkan". Then we got back into kneading the playdoh.