Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Dabbler, no more and crawling.

1. Alec squatting down to dabble his stick in a puddle. I love those feet flat on the ground -- I hope he never loses the ability to sit back on his heels.

2. There will come a time when I will realise that Alec is not going to ask me to sing Sleepy Train ever again. I was tired and grumpy at bedtime, but I remembered this just in time.

3. When I come back from washing my hands I discover that a rather cross Bettany has crawled almost to the kitchen in search of me.

Escape, tulips and samosa.

1. This morning, I'm piling into a car with friends to escape into the Weald, where we will visit a garden planted with 45,000 tulips. 2...