It’s business as usual for the Copurs. Ivy continues to show off breathtakingly dangerous dives, Poppy continues to be a darling daughter and big sister, Cressida is… well, she’s a baby and doesn’t really do a lot, and the plants still need lots of attention. The dogs are still around too, but they are still getting neglected, poor things.
They may be dirt poor, but they did splurge on a nice bottle of champagne to commemorate the wedding (they couldn’t afford cake).
It was a nice wedding party.
Um, Poppy? Don’t you want to attend the wedding ceremony?
“Nah, I’m good.”
That must be some thrilling tv series…
Not again! (FYI: He ‘loves her not’.)
Poppy pulled out a flower from her non-existent leaf-’head’ and played ‘He loves me, he loves me not’ with it. Which is kind of cute, but also kind of concerning? Like, does that fall under self-mutilation?
Life with a baby… (aka Poppy appreciation post)
In the meantime, Poppy has returned from school and has rolled a very fitting lifetime want.
It’s a quiet night at 1 Forest Lane.
I really need to expand this pool… That looks incredibly dangerous.
Poppy gets a little, plantsim-y makeover.
Ivy couldn’t be prouder of her daughter.
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