At your favourite duck-watching spot. You could stay here all day.
Today was the day that you finally decided to like ride-on toys.
We didn’t have a great start to the day.
A tantrum at tesco because you saw the ‘treat’ aisle and I wouldn’t get anything for you meant that you refused to walk home. I picked you up but about half way home I did something to my back. I couldn’t carry you without a lot of pain, and you still refused to walk. So we sat. Sat on the pavement of our main road for almost half an hour. In the end, I had to pick you up again because we were late for your uncle’s birthday lunch. I was in a lot of pain for the rest of the day.
This is you just before we got to the pub for lunch – still having a tantrum, ten miles and an hour’s drive later (it’s ridiculous how long it takes to drive across London).
I am officially obsessed with messy-face photos.
Every time, I feel compelled to grab the camera.
The cling – this is a very common sight from my vantage point.
Grandma bought you your first ice cream on a cone today. You’ve had ice cream in a bowl before, but you are terrified of the sight of an ice lolly on a stick, so I was interested to see how this would go down. You loved it. Wolfed the whole thing down in minutes, and you are still talking about your ice cream five days later.
Police choppers are quite common here, but this one circled right overhead for an hour. (Turns out there was something going on a few roads away).
I was hanging out the washing on the line. I could see you hovering in the doorway, eyes fixed to the sky, chattering non-stop about the “Dodok” (helicopter). I tried to persuade you outside, but you were afraid of the noise. You stood in that doorway captivated for the whole time the helicopter was overhead.
