When I got back from Jane’s the other night Keira turned into a toddler. We didn’t throw a party or anything although Dave got a bit carried away with party poppers and things.

‘And how old are you again Dave’ I’d said.
With a cheeky grin he replied ’28 and a half’



Although Keira had those big black eyebrows she was a pretty baby and I was looking forward to seeing her age into a toddler.

When she did however…well, let’s just say she wasn’t the prettiest baby I’d seen….

She was hideous!!



I don’t know what went wrong? Bits of her hair were missing, her face was disfigured, eyes gaunt. I’ve never seen anything like it.

Dave and I weren’t bad looking people. We at least didn’t have anything particularly unusual about our looks anyway. It’s like something went wrong in the gene pool.
I didn't even recognize her.



Poor Keira
I could only imagine the type of life she’d lead having a face like that….if you could call it a life, or a face for that matter.
We waited until the next morning, rugged her up and took her straight for a facial reconstruction.
It’s ok, it’s all computerized and completely painfree. She didn’t feel a thing.

Although I’m extremely happy with the result I am and probably always will be a bit apprehensive about each of her next life stages.



Her face has been re-adjusted to be more like her fathers features as she was before she aged. I feel I have my little girl back now.



Keira’s looks did not change the way I felt about her but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t so much happier with the way she looks now.

i know that was a short one but i haven't had the chance to play having had the rellies here for the weekend and i also have a lot of work coming up this week which will zap all of my time so this will have to do for at least a few days-sowwy