Good day out at the War Museum on Sunday, despite the fact that when we turned up the place was full of bus gricers there for something called ShowBus (the world’s biggest bus rally) and every old Routemaster in England almost ran us over.
Mark and Oliver on the Concorde:
Wow! I will exist in photo albums!!
I am continually amazed that this is the same baby we brought home almost 9 months ago. This tummy sleeping thing is fantastic – he’s going 12 hours straight almost every night. How did we teach him to do that?!? He’s eating so well. He’s eating whatever we eat – in the past week he’s had steak with mash and steamed carrots, chicken with chickpeas and apricots in mustard sauce with rice, turkey with sweet potatoes and butternut squash roasted with rosemary. Tonight it’s going to be curried red lentils. He’s loving his food lately, not refusing anything. Starting to get better at drinking out of a cup – not one with a lid or a sippy thing but just the edge of a cup. So I am feeling like we are in sort of a good groove.
Despite the fact his newest skill is being able to spot and pick up single dog hairs off the carpet and eat them. Yum yum.