Cheers!

While I was wallowing in my post BAFTA hangover, Nikki and my Mum taught the wee man how to toast his cup. Given my head today, it'll be a while until I'm raising any more cups but I'm proud of the little fella nonetheless.

He also cruised for the first time today too. Pulling himself up on the furniture, he's beginning to take his first tentative steps. He's equally close to being able to crawl too but he won't quite commit to having two knees on the floor. Instead he crawls with one foot, and walks with the other. Strange boy.

He is starting to do basic requests now though. Just today, Nikki asked him to pass something over to her, and he duly obliged. Maybe I'll get him to pass me the paracetamol!