Genie

Blair is becoming aware of this blog. She reads it, and looks over my shoulder at other blogs when I'm exploring the online endless craft magazine of blogland. She loves seeing pictures of people she recognises from our real life.

She's the reason behind that blogpet thing, Christmas Bells, down there on the right. Don't worry, you don't have to look.

A few days ago, she was playing with some of her littlest pet shop toys, and came to me and said 'I want you to take a picture of my guys and put it on your blog'. So, out came the portable light box, and we were away. She makes little diorama all the time, lining things up like soldiers and talking away to herself. Sometimes she makes videos of them with the camera, flattening the batteries like nothing else. She's a loner, content with her own company and lost in her imagination.

Her big brother often sneaks up and mows them down with a rat tat tat of an imaginary spiderman web blast or a lightsabre or a tmnt samurai sword. Blair takes this in her stride, knowing it is the occupational hazard of being a littlest pet shop pet in this household. She bathes them, chats to them, makes little beds for them out of tissues and fabric remnants. She loves those little guys.

Anyhow, I digress.

Blair, your wish is my command. Today, anyway.