The colour orange, that is.

Her look of surprise is second only to her mama’s when she found out that there is peliroja in the Kennedy blood.

Her daddy took her out to the woods and gave her a stern talking to about what Disney tells us about being a woman.

Now she’s more like Donald Duck.

Can you figure out what this is?

It’s Piglet in a hammock at our friends Sergi and Andi’s apartment. They’re having a tough time right now; we’re thinking of them.

The little Catalan is, of course, a Barça baby. Our friend Liz Palcic (AKA Elizabeth Benbow) knitted us this very cool blau (blue) and grana (deep red) football on her travels.

Liz is a baby-nut herself. On her blog she talks about how it’s knitted - it’s ‘Knit Picks Shine Worsted’ knitting fans. It’s all here on Liz’s blog.

‘Go on, my son, on me ‘ed.’

Right before bedtime for the little bonzo, there’s bathtime.

Most of the time she likes thrashing around in the water, which is a great relief for a pair of kayaking parents. In a month or so she’s going to be joining mother-and-baby swimming classes. With luck that will cover defensive swimming, crossing eddy fences, and how to catch a throwbag.

In the mornings Piglet is as happy as a piglet in muck. She’s full of chat and all smiles before I head off to work.

Don’t know where she gets that from; I’m demanding a paternity test, and Bex wants a maternity test.