|Septimus, asleep in his car seat. It never seems to fail that|
he cries the whole way home from school drop off only to fall asleep
in the driveway.
|Baby loves, loves, loves her brother. Her devotion reminds me very much|
of Sally and Bun, who were and still are very close buddies. I hope for the
same kind of relationship for these two.
|Sleepy Baby. I just love the way she hooks her finger over her nose while she|
sucks on her thumb.
|Septimus in the heirloom family christening gown. He's a real Catholic now!|
|Here's looking at you, kid. Mopsy is a riot these days.|
|And finally, a portrait of yours truly. A picture of me|
is like a comet: it doesn't come around that often, but you managed to get