Backwards

He keeps his clothes on when he's swimming at the beach (blue t-shirt on the left photo), and strips down when he's at home reading.  Weirdo. .

(Photo on the top right was taken on the way home from the beach.  Poor kiddo was completely knackered.)

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"Bubbles?"

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George's nightly request for someone to blow him some bubbles in the bath...

Before I dash, I just have to say... welcome to the world little Rory!  Sam and Katy welcomed the little fellow into London life earlier today.  Can't wait to see photos! (That's a less-than-subtle hint, Uncle Sam).

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Parklife

Dragonboat Festival today, which meant a rather lovely day off.  We had friends around for brunch this morning - Rachel whipped up scrambled eggs, bagels with dill + lemon cream cheese, blueberry muffins and a fruit platter, while  I went beserk on the coffee machine, knocking out seven flat whites in record time.

In the afternoon we shot down to the Cyberport waterfront park with Milo (George's BFF) and his family - it was fantastic, but crikey it's humid now.

The first photo pleases me - George looks like he's effortlessly busting through an opposition backline while giving his parents on the sideline a casual nod (I've dreamed about this moment hundreds of times - although in my dreams he's a bit older and he's not wearing cloth nappies):

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A few more from the afternoon:

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