Nothing like a cot bar up your butt to make for a comfy nap

Fast asleep wee toadlet.



And the mischief continues. Apparently jumping in his jolly jumper was much less interesting than using it to get to the basket of crap by the front door, dragging said basket of crap across to the middle of the doorway and pulling all Dad's hats out.


And we've discovered the bookshelf. Fortunately his books of choice for chewing seem to be Al's dreadful Sci-Fi jobbies. It probably helps that I shifted them all to the bottom shelf of course ...