I've been trying to think of the best way to describe Nymphadora. It's like trying to hold the ocean in a paper cup. Seriously. How do you explain a girl who eats her food according to color and bursts into our room in the middle of the night demanding to know why breathe oxygen instead of water? There are simply too many words to choose from. She's getting bigger everyday. Sometimes when I hold her hand, it's like it doesn't fit anymore. She's only five, but sometimes her palm is a little too wide, or her grip is too strong. I feel like it's only a matter of time before I'm not holding her hand anymore, and she's holding mine.

I never thought I'd be one of those mums who talks non-stop about her kid. Ted Tonks, don't you dare call me a sap or I'll give you such a pinch!

On a completely seperate note, I've learned that my amazing and daring cousin has purchased a motorbike. Sirius, now you really have no excuse not to come visit more because you've got the perfect new toy to get you here. I may or may not want to ride on it.