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Well, there you have it, the whole reason for this trip: so Oona could make some new friends. I mean, let's talk turkey (or in this case, Chicken Licken) ... when it comes to Grandma, it's never too early to start the long con.

And here she is putting the touch on Auntie Mary Ann.

But hey, it's not all about work. When she's not conspiring to get herself named as beneficiary in various wills and trusts, Oona likes to have a good time. In fact, she's quite the little swinger.


Otherwise, the trip so far? Pretty good, I'd say. My record for having never visited the washroom on an airplane remains intact. And Oona was good (read: sleepy) for most of the two flights. On the downside, the plane's seat almost broke my ass (not broke as in crumbled or cracked, but more something like the eraser end of a pencil after it's been in a cupboard for twenty years, and turns that hard, angry red), and the mind-flattening heat here has been a complete horrorshow, restricting our activity to the morning, and making any cooking impossible. But we'll adapt.

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  1. she's absolutely wizard.
    brilliant poker face too.

    and has a lovely name. i actually just love little girls.

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  2. The first pic is almost like she's saying "One more smile Dad, and I've got us the jewelry too'

    She looks like such a happy wee girl

    Lovely

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  3. Anonymous6:29 am

    Great photos. I love the look on her face and body expressions with the Aunty. Too cute! :-)

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  4. I love your take on Oona. very sweet pics too.

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  5. Anonymous9:20 am

    She's adorable. Beautiful candid shots of the cute angel.

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