The perils of nature

Lucy and I went on a little nature walk this morning, and along the way we picked up a snail shell that looked like it had recently lost its snail. As in we looked inside of it and it was empty, and the shell was cracked, so it had somehow met a very sad end.

So we brought it inside (Lucy's request) and set it on the table to admire while we ate lunch (during which time it continued to be dead). Then it was nap time and I put Lucy down and spent a healthy hour stripping wallpaper out of our downstairs bathroom. When I finished I went back into the kitchen to find this.

I'll be honest, it gave me the creeps, partially because that's MY water glass, but more so because when you think something's dead, you don't expect it to head towards a water source when your back is turned. Perhaps I shall suggest to Lucy that we name it Lazarus when she wakes up. 

Speaking of Lucy, here's a couple baby child shots. The first is what a typical post-spaghetti face looks like:

Probably due to the fact that Lucy *always* chooses meals as the prime time to play peek-a-boo. Crazy child.

And then we have story time with dada, one of Lucy's favorite activities. She's currently obsessed with the cat in the hat, which I can almost repeat from memory now.