The howlin' winds are upon us, and so new coats are on the girls.

No one lurves a satsuma like Liv; they are the new black. Plop one in front of her, turn your back for a sec, and it's peeled and steamrollered into her mouth. Earlier this week she wolfed down five one day and now they're kept out of sight.

Gemma, Liv and I had an extensive slo-mo dance to Music for Airports tonight. The power of imitation and coordinated movements calmed the joint down and was a nice transition to bedtime.