1. Alec's legs are too long for his baby-grows -- but he's not large enough anywhere else for the next size up. I start to open up the toe seams on one of our favourites, a green and white striped number. When I put him in it, he stretches out his legs and looks much happier. It's pleasing to see his perfect feet (the soles are so peachy soft that I can't help kissing them).
2. We leave the pram at home, and Alec takes his walk around the park in the sling on Nick's chest. It means we can hold hands.
3. It's after 4pm, and it's still broad daylight. Winter is receding.