and enjoying some precious moments spent together
My Easter Egg from Parrain (that's French for Godfather, and that's what I call him - or that I will call him one day, the day I get round to talking - I'm a right chatter box but as yet have not uttered a single 'real' world - whats the rush folks????). This particular Easter egg had a great taste - not terribly chocolaty, but pleasant none the less ...
Now isn't this a nice, natural, spontaneous pose? This is US, the new generation Bernard Bunch (all my cousins are in the pic but Lena, who was throwing some zzzzz's in preparation for staying awake all night long)
Here's my Uncle Laurent .... he's the one discussing the injustice of professional football wages with my Papa at the top there ... and he's Lena's Papa, living in sin with my Auntie Valerie who has declined to have photos of her published in MY BLOG.... PFPFPFPFPFPF
Here my brothers and my cousin Alexis admire my extravagent beauty
Now when Lena finally got round to waking up, she and I had a good time wrestling... all that was missing as a bit of mud:
ANYONE who calls me 'Thunder Thighs' will get a biff on the nose
(OK, so I'm a little bit more gorgeous than my cousin Lena, but you have to make allowances in life for the less fortunate)
Mama's editorial note / intervention : OI Abigail, don't you talk about my Goddaughter like that!!! She is the most gorgeous little Pumpkin Pie that ever worked this earth, so cut the nonsense ok?
(Humble Pie mode) - ok Mama
SO HERE IS MY OUTSTANGLY GORGEOUS COUSIN LENA
Who I am not wrestling with
and from whose special places shines lots of sun