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söndag, mars 13


Isobel's Third birthday today - and she wanted to go up the Eiffel Tower for a treat. As you can see, it was a little cold, but here we are looking out over towards where we live.

Everything was going swimmingly first thing this morning. Isobel woke up about 7 as usual, and we gave her a new DVD my brother had sent to watch while we got a little bit of a lie-in. Then half an hour later or so she came back into our bedroom and opened the rest of her presents. That's when it all started. Not to put too fine a point on it, she was a little overloaded and there was a mega-tantrum. She's usually pretty even-tempered, but this was an eruption that went on for ages. Until we got to the Eiffel Tower, in fact - when everything changed and she was in a lovely mood.

She's currently asleep - so we'll see what happens next. Posted by Hello