Back from our fruitless hunt!
All that I have to report is that with thirty minutes left of our trip Julia filled her diaper, her outfit and her car seat with some very pungent love. . .
because you wanted to know
Before we left for our trip on Sunday we went to an early Mass. Julia naturally insisted on wearing her Sunday best consisting of a thick coat of mascara, ruffly dress and purple socks:
but that didn't stop someone from exclaiming, "what a nice young boy!" and "he's the spitting image of his father!!!" as Simon carried her outside.
polite nod, smile and quick earmuffs for Julian
(this quote may or may not be courtesy of a certain reader's father...maybe)