Riu can’t speak yet, but this doesn’t preclude her from making sound judgments on toy-manufacturers’ unfortunate style choices.

She patiently builds her criticism, using the very objects that attempt to spoil her harmonious world.

‘Wooden block manufacturer’ - her piercing stare seems to say - ‘why do you introduce discord into my perfect world?’

The torch in the struggle against the universal proliferation of that heinous font is passed on through the generations.

Springtime is coming.

Little by little, we are moving to the terrace. Riu has most of her stuff out there already.

Before Riu got her own teeth, she was always interested in other people’s.

Only hilarious.

We took Riu and her bumbo seat to the climbing wall so she could keep an eye on us.

She’s a quick study. In the changing rooms she was reaching for the door handle on the locker.

“Levantad las manos para Detroit. A lovely city…”

Needs more bass. Always needs more bass.

The pig in a poke is laughing because she’s on top of the world!

This is her first ride in the hiking rucksack. This is what we will be using for hiking when she gets too big for the sling.