Thirty Eight Weeks Old - and Fifteen Years Old

This week was a very special week in Sebby's life, because his MolMol turned fifteen. FIFTEEN!!! Half way to thirty! Hard to imagine, isn't it?

But she's been such a very dear and lovely fourteen year old, and I'm sure she's going to be just as delightful now that she's a year older, too. Here she is unwrapping her evening presents (there were too many to get everything done in the morning!)



Seb helped, of course. He was given a special parcel to help with, viz., one he couldn't possibly break his way into. The frustration is plain to see. How's that for a grimace?



And then we all gathered round the table and had a delicious birthday dinner, thanks to Daddy. Roast chicken and...



... yorkies, bet you hadn't guessed that one! Seb was very fond of them.

This week he's been a little bit challenging; he's moving into the stage where every time you leave the room he's convinced he's never going to see you again. There's a lot of screaming. Poor Daddy isn't enjoying this phase. But I'm sure it won't last forever.