Son-ny days

Yo diggety. Arthur the rap-star.

Another Cheeky Monkey.

Sunday morning storytime in bed.

Iris

Phoebe (and who knows what Frank's doing!)

Emma, Frank and Sue (multi-tasking mother, indeed).

Another version of a Frank-train.

Milz, Ro and Frank in Napier.

Frank is turning into a right little blondie with all this sun (let's forget about the hail and thunder storm which struck Wellington earlier this week...) but Arthur's hair is still dark and, well, there.

We headed up to Napier last weekend to check out Aunty Emily's new pad and had a wonderful time - apart from on the way there when Frank had his worst ever tantrum as we wound our way over The Rimutaka's. Dougal made a slightly bad choice when he reverted to the popular parent saying of, 'If you don't stop that, you can get out and walk.' Frank decided that sounded great and whimpered, 'Walk. Frank walk. Walk. Walk!' and built it back up to an almighty crescendo. Oops. Arthur slept through it.

It's been a lovely two weeks with the Napier trip, playing outside in the sun, catching up with friends and seeing Arthur become more and more responsive. He's a right little chatter-box and has the most contagious smile.

A big thanks to G'Marg and Pappy for babysitting last night so we could go out for dinner and see The phoenix Foundation play - they were impressive. As a result, I'm hanging out to go to bed and catch up on some sleep so will leave you with the pictures...