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.

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No proper camera available, so instead Evan’s every move documented by the power of “Mobile Phone” , this time at Britain’s foremost aquarium.

Jim goes to Warwick!* Jim learns about the workings of the human kidney! Jim wins first prize in a hardcore immunology-based quiz! Jim looks so disappointed by prize he gets given a memory stick too! Fantastic!

*Coventry

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.)

Now I know why daddy keeps trying to persuade mummy to go swinging, this is fun!

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.

The paparazzi finally catch up with him at the Honiton Age Concern Centre, of all places.

Jim Moriarty is THIRTY today! Happy Birthday to him.
(I’m still in my twenties you know)

Not keen on pear.

And not entirely sure about carrot either.