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OK,
So the story goes like this.

Eva is taking me to go to get weighed at the community midwife and my dad suggests that she should ask the very smart woman there if they had any ideas as to how to get me walking.

And I get weighed, and I getting ever more bonny. And the midwife says, 'just wait here a sec and I'll come back and talk about the walking thing.' And she comes back and I decide in the meantime just to get up and toddle off.

So I'm walking.
A little Frankenstein-esque, a little rocky, but definately doing the walking thing. And day-by-day I'm getting more stable and a good bit faster and whey-hey-hey, I'm outta here.

Bonne Vacance

I just spent a week with my grandma and grandpa in France, everyone was having too much fun to take too many photos.

The thing is, you see, I grin just so cutely that no-one thinks of anything else.

Well, this is me playing in the very fun and funky little play area at my grandparents place.
And then me having a quick nosh on the veranda.

And then my dad and I going swimming.

This last one is a bit odd. The whole swimming thing was going great on my trips to the Council pool in Swiss Cottage, but now, get me in a funky little one-piece and put me in a beautiful pool in the South of France, and all I want to do is sit in my dinghy and look cute. As for getting in the water, phwah. Or more accuratley WAAAW.

(You see I do cry).

But France was fabby,

A tout a l'heure