Sitting side saddle on his 'horse', a large driftwood log at the side of our house.
The week he should have been born, two years ago.
Almost slipped by without me noticing.
The poor little guy is cutting his last molars. If they're anything like his other teeth, they'll take their sweet time. Hurrah for when that's all done.
Cute thing of the week: pretending to be a cat.
Two-year-old thing of the week: squealing when I try to talk to anyone.
Please ignore the funny things Blogger is doing with the colour balance in my photos.
Joining in with Jodi.