awwww ….

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