The poor little fellow is still a bit sick at the moment, but when he's awake he's still pretty much his happy old self (well, a snottier, raspier version of himself). He's started to crawl with purpose now, and has discovered that by plonking himself on his knees, there is a whole new world of stuff to play with. This particular cabinet is full of our good wine glasses, and has now been secured with a rather ugly set of plastic cable ties: .
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On Saturday, Jacq and Tristan came through for a day's stopover en route to London - George had a lovely day with his new friends. Here's one of Jacq reading George one of his favourite Hairy MacLary books:
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Here's one that was sitting on the memory card - Granny B and George playing on the grass. Granny B was plucking little flowers and blowing them through the air at George (look just in front of his nose):
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And finally this one - we had a game of Chase around the lounge yesterday. When he's at full speed, it's pretty much impossible to focus the camera on him. So here's his slightly blurry manic face:
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