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More words

Few more words from Rhys


Botas, fecha, meia


Bunny, shoes


My fave 12th man

The cutest! 


Little bulldog

Ella was getting mad at me, so I told her she’s like a little bulldog.

“What’s a little bulldog?,” she inquired.

Me: “well, it’s a person that gets mad (bravinha) often.”

E: “well, I’m a little bulldog then.”

Besties in fur and princess costumes 



Ella and I were going to go out. She announced that she would wear her golden shoes (again). I told her it was really cold and she should really wear boots, so her feet would be warm.

Much to my surprised, she marched to the closet and said: “ok mommy. I’m going to wear my boots for you. But I’ll be really sad. And I’m going to cry.”

And without looking too sad or crying, she slipped on her boots.

Puddling around 

Got Rhys new old boots at the charity shop for £1. Took them to play in the puddles and it was all fun and games until Ella fell in the mud…

Rhys does this thing where he grabs a short stick and uses it as a cane.




The other day Ella was beautifying herself and I made a joke about how she was vain. “Mommy don’t call me that. I just want to make myself beautiful.”

Me: “Ella, this is the definition of vanity.”