He walks, he's weaned and he's thieving off the bench

He's also learning 'Where does your hat go?' (he smacks himself in the head) and 'Where do your socks go?' (he grabs his foot and falls over) which is absolutely hilarious and very cute.

This morning, he was stealing the bird food. This on top of half a cup of porridge, an entire banana and a slice of marmite toast. I should probably point out too that this is Al's homemade bread which you could probably use as a foundation for a house it's that loaded with seeds and grain and stuff.





He had his Plunket check the other day and it set charted him above the 85th percentile for weight, and in the 97th percentile for height. We're very proud ... just a bit broke from fuelling him.

I also found him happily sitting on the floor by the fridge the other morning, nursing a beer, but I wasn't quick enough with the camera. Once I'd picked myself up off the floor, he'd buggered off to terrorise the cat.