Little fella is a bit happier, but is still a bit clogged up. He woke up fairly early this morning (around 6:30am), quite possibly thanks to the downstream effects of last night's lentil dinner (it happens to the best of us). Not really much else to add, other than he seems to be fixated with the cabinet that houses the very expensive glassware. A love for shiny expensive things? He is his mother's child, I guess...
Prowling the lounge for expensive things to eat
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Toast. There is toast on your lip, little man... oh, never mind.
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Hugging his favourite bath toy - an empty shampoo bottle.
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