Holly.

This is my younger granddaughter Holly. She was born close enough to Christmas to allow her being named Holly. She looks so dainty with those baby-blue eyes, but don't be fooled, she is very strong, and has just reached that stage where she is strong enough to support herself easily. She actually got up onto a stool next to me, when she was chasing the nice camera lens. She stood up sturdily, looked at me, and then took both her hands away. As if to say, "Look grandad, no hands."
Holly is 9 months old, and I am certain she will be walking long before she is one year old. It is her mum's birthday, Sarah(our Sally) and she is 26 today. It really doesn't seem like any time at all since she was born. She was born in a hurry, as all of our children were.
At this time of year the birthdays come thick and fast. Scott's is the first, 31/05/ then a gap to Stephen's on 27/07, then Mark's on 31/07/, David's on 17/08, Sarah on 25/08/, she who must be obeyed, Janet on 31/08/, Kathryn on 13/09, and myself on 23/09. It's so good when we are all together, and we really push the boat out at Christmas. True it can be a little bit costly at times, but we consider ourselves, blessed.
Adios.