Pic-fest. Written post to follow. One Day. Eventually. Maybe.

I think we're teething nasty big teeth. Either that, or the child is being far too ginger. Whatever, last night was night 4 of very little sleep to be had. I thought I was hard done by on Friday night/Saturday morning when after a few hours of grumbles on and off the kid just started screaming at 3am and that was that for the night ... until last night when said screaming started at 10pm. Suddenly those extra 5 hours from the night before looked heaven-sent.

Anyway - here you go.

Helping me clean out the plastics drawer today, by climbing in and sitting there studying his buttons for a ridiculously long period of time and refusing to be budged.

Cheeky face.

Being cute. Again. Still. Always. He has the time of the life playing out there and investigating the feijoas.

Having a big boy dinner. Still quite a new thing.

And muuuch easier to feed to the dog, sly-styles.

Cuuute chubby knees. And badly mismatched clothes. And trackies that were pants LAST year. But still cute chubby knees.

And lastly, a bit gross but dogs are like that. If I was Jack, I'd be a bit more concerned about what that kid sticks in his mouth, but there you go.