Yep, Arf's walking! He decided it was a good idea at Labour Weekend, on Aunty Emily's birthday. Spookily, it was to the day Frank began walking - to commemorate Granny Ro's 60th - and bang on 13 months as well. Anyway, he's speedy, has falling pretty much under control (a helmet might still be an idea...) and can stop in his tracks and do a 360. Every now and again he chases Frank who freaks out a bit!
Apologies to those who can't watch the video clips. If you can, may I suggest muting the first one - my voice sounds ridiculous! I'd had a coffee. Haha.



Sitting in their 'boat' and even turning the pages in tandem (at random in Arf's case). Franks is 'reading' - word for word - The Gruffalo.
We visited The Campbells of Titahi Bay and had a fantastic time in the sun. A bike each, except for Lily who was kicking around in the port-a-cot and perhaps doing air-cycling, I wouldn't put it past her... Arf goes against the tide (surprise).


You must eat the biscuit or you can't play.

Playing Silly Buggers (such a funny expression - that and Arf's face)

If you're wondering why Arthur is dominating the blog lately, it's mainly because Frank doesn't stay still long enough for a photo. He is one busy boy. He's loving kindy.
We're pleased to have G'Marg and Pappy back and to hear Granny Ro has booked a ticket for later in the month - yay!