chilled baby

Arthur enjoying a frozen mix of water and orange juice, I think it was the only time he was still all day.


He enjoyed his first goes on his scooter. Then we went to the park and bumped into his friend Bee from nursery, who played really sweetly with him. We sang Old McDonald for at least 10 minutes while Art insists that the only thing on the farm was ducks.

The best thing of course was that Gramps was visiting for the weekend, so he had someone to misbehave with.

The worst part of the day was certainly bed time. When a tired, but hyper small boy lauched himself at me, resulting in him head butting my mouth. He was fine, but my poor teeth, owch.

Asleep now like a curled up cherub. Don't be fooled.