It’s still very hot and every night is an adventure in trying to bring the temperature of Oliver’s room down. We want for air conditioning.
It’s extremely hard to type a proper entry when he’s sitting on my knee and insists on flinging his toy on the floor every 2 minutes despite the fact he wants it in his mouth. But throwing things on the floor is fun!
So pictures of the family BBQ (with relatives from New Zealand and Derbyshire) and no more words:
Oliver with his Great Uncle Derek:
With Great Grandma Bowman:
With Mummys’ cousins Paul and Claire:
And just to prove how white trash/chav we really are, the requisite ‘let’s pretend the baby is drinking beer’ photo: