Believe it or not, the play dough creation in his hand is not a purple blob (though you could be forgiven for thinking so). It is a baby-cino. Complete with marshmallow.
(The picture itself is very ordinary, I really need to learn how to use our camera properly!)
My 2.5 year old son just told me that I need a haircut!
This, from a boy who has been mistaken for a girl no fewer than three times in the last week or two …
is photo booth, and all the special effects it has. Hugo, in pop art.
Well, one red, in the chair …
Butter wouldn’t melt …
“Mummy, Louis is my favourite cat!”
Um, yes … probably because he’s the only one who doesn’t run away when you come near him 😉
A couple of times I’ve walked into the laundry to find Louis, spread-eagle on top of the washing machine, enjoying the spin cycle. Of course, by the time I come back with the camera, he has moved – it is also fascinating to watch the water drain down the sink too …”What are you looking at??!!”
(Yes, I should clean the laundry sink.)
needs no further explanation