Eight years ago I gave birth (in a foreign country, where I didn't speak the language, with no support network around me - but we won't dwell on this part) to a beautiful, healthy, dainty, pouty-lipped, blue-eyed little girl. Thank the Lord she inherited her mother's love of sleeping and slotted nicely into our new (starting-from-scratch, in a state of culture shock) lives. We laughed when she started to crawl, but could only go backwards, and her little backside got wedged underneath the couch until we could stop laughing and rescued her. This fiesty, quick-witted, still-dainty girl of ours has given us many reasons to laugh since, although thankfully she no longer gets stuck under furniture. Happy birthday, Twinkle! Hope you don't hate me for revealing your nickname to the Internet!