As The Boy nears his fourth birthday I've been reflecting on my little bundle and how he has grown. This was him in July 2009 meeting one of his cousins (my brother's daughter) for the first time; it was her first cuddle with him.
It seems quite opportunistic to post this now, as my brother has just popped over for something and told me that she was mortified to discover that I had fuzzed out her face in the last batch of photos I'd put up of her. At the time I'd done it because I wanted to maintain her privacy and not assume I could post about her in an identifiable way. However, as she's now seven and a half years old (and has her own ideas about these things), I have permission to post away as she was proud to see herself mentioned.
So this post is for you, my little chick-a-dee!
Here are the same cousins five weeks ago. This was the day she fiercely turned around to another child and declared that The Boy could stand where she told him to, "because he's my cousin!"
That's why I call her Fiery Cousin.