Where the bloody hell are you?

Ok time for an update or three. I really have to buy a new camera as my old one has started to chew through its batteries like they're tasty pastry treats.

You're growing up fast now little one. Words and short sentences are spewing out your mouth all the time. You save most of your talking for when you're at home though as when we are out and about, you are definately on the quite side. Just like your ma and pa. Although I'm going to wait a few more years to see if the loud Gene starts to get a bit more pronounced once you've had a few stiff drinks like me. Time will tell.

You're great on your feet too and I'm hard at work trying to decide on what sports I will pressure you into excelling at. Is it too early to start giving you pocket money? Not if you can start catching a cricket ball it isn't. The bruises will fade and mad skills will remain. Anyways, the option to be rolling in small change is there if you want to take it kiddo.

When I'm not caling you Charlie, Rosey or your own preferred nomenclature of 'Yarlie' I call you Stairmaster. You are definitely the best stair climbing 20 month old this side of China. You can win money for that stuff too when you're older.

You're loving Mango, Banana and frozen peas. You spend most of your time inside running around naked. I dress you, you undress you. I dress you, you undress you. you dress you, I laugh. You get frustrated that your head doesn't fit through an arm hole on a t-shirt and I also laugh at this. it's fun. You are really good at getting pants on and socks too. You know what buttons are but haven't quite nailed how to use them yet.

ok enough writing, time for pictures.