Monday, February 21, 2011

Look down, kick about and wind.

1. I have some baking to do, but Alec won't be put down: he much prefers to be snuggled up to my chest in his sling. The boring hand-mixing passes in flash when you have a small son to look down at.

2. We look down from the supper table and see that Alec in his bouncy chair is frowning with concentration . He is working hard, trying to kick the bears dangling in front of him.

3. I have brought Alec upstairs so Nick can watch the end of Time Team in peace. Poor Alec is red and slot-mouthed and blue-lipped with wind. He does a milky belch and a loud fart; and then he's all smiles.