Sometimes she just disappears. A quick search of the house will find her here, in her room making cups of tea for her teddies.
She climbs upon a little table to ensure she can watch the passing cars and keep an eye on the vegetables. There she stands, quietly tinkering with her toys and enjoying some solitude.
All I can say is that it's lucky that this child wasn't my first born, because if she was I would have been one s.m.u.g parent.
Gosh I love her tiny self.