Bubbles

Diya broke out her bubble machine and here are the results.

Asked her to climb up on the table…but no bubbles.

She is laughing at the stick, too windy I am afraid, so we moved to the bottom of the garden.

Now we are talking, she is so heavily concentrating on it.

Look look, Baba, a miracle, look at it!

The world in my bubble

A whole tribe of them have been born.

One perches gingerly on the grass

One bursts in front of her face making her wince

She giggles at the tickling sensation of a bursting bubble.

Looking happily at the bubble.

Another bubble born

There’s one!

It is amazing to see the wonder on the faces of children when seeing bubbles.

One decides to make a break for it over the garden fence

That’s a baby

Another baby bubble.

A bubble which seems to have captured the bubble stalk

Another one making its escape



This one is coming back to see me, Baba!

we had huge amounts of fun with this