Ella. Mad ego child.

So for my big four-oh birfday, my lovely and super wife took me south for three nights. The Bahamas. Yeah, I'm still there in my mind.

Anyway, we brought our smaller camera because it's smaller. We were sitting on the beach on the first day, and Christine decided to take some pictures. She looked to see what shots were on the memory card and found about 15 that Ella had taken. Of herself.

Sooooo funny. Ella loves taking pictures and has for a while. She usually takes them of the legs of the table, the floor, her bed, Fugly and Big-O, and, once in a while, a person.

These shots had us howling. We had no idea when she even took them.

Cameron just started playing with Ella's plastic camera (it doesn't actually work). In fact, Cameron has started ripping off Ella's toys whenever she can. She's sneaky too (takes after her Mum I guess). When Ella is downstairs, Cameron heads into Ella's room and steals something. Then she runs away at full speed as soon as you catch her.

Then, Ella will show up, see Cameron, pause, her eyes bulge and then she screams "CAMERON! THAT'S MINE!!!". I know were supposed to be the voice of reason, but its really cracks me up, because then Cameron bolts. And she has no qualms going toe to toe with Ella. They fight about 10 times a day, so it does get tiring. Christine and I fight about what to do about it and the cats fight about our fighting. Kidding. The cats don't fight ever. But they love to throw up right where I put my foot when I get out of bed at night. *Sigh.*