I took these pictures whilst driving at 70mph (ish!!) down the M5. Both my boys were snoring, the daddy a bit louder.
I managed to resist poking my tongue out here but have screwed one eye up in order to look more asymmetrical.
No proper camera available, so instead Evan’s every move documented by the power of “Mobile Phone” , this time at Britain’s foremost aquarium.
Bristol. I have taken over about half the lounge so far, working on the rest.
Bristol. Drinking from a plastic polar beer pint cup.
Bristol. I own the kitchen too.
Exeter. I don’t care if you’ve had a long day at work, read to me serf.
Exeter. This is my playpen, changing mat, the sofa, the family table…oh yes, and mummy and daddy’s bed. I’ve taken over the one bedroom now.
(Mini Mitton bloggers would like to apologise for the increasing reliance on camera phone pictures.)
Daddy. Comfy, but not very stylish. A rugged 4×4 workhorse.
Pushchair. Able to affect ‘baby about town’ catalogue pose quite effectively here. Convertible.
New forward facing carseat. Peugeot 406 diesal estate. It says sensible, practical, family man. How could Zoe resist?
Rocker horse. Slow, shoddily made and a terrible ride. Suspension crude.
Crawling. You have to be joking mum. Why would I crawl when you carry/ push/ drive me everywhere. Pull the other one.
Jim Moriarty is THIRTY today! Happy Birthday to him.
(I’m still in my twenties you know)