It's hard to find a good picture from this past week. James was away "working" in Las Vegas, so I was at the helm of the good ship Chittenden. We didn't get out much thanks to the crappy weather and my crappy organisational skills. Samuel started pushing boundaries and discovering what he can and can't do. He head-butted hot radiators out of curiosity. He threw tangerines in the toilet with the furrowed brow and quizzical look of a scientific researcher at work. He really put the hours in working on his full-on lie-on-the-floor-and-thrash toddler tantrums. They're coming along nicely. It was tiring and, oh my, it was so good to see James when he came home. But every time I felt like I was teetering on the edge of something that required a full box of something from Thorntons washed down by a full box of something from Blue Nun, Samuel would do something scrumptious. He'd laugh uproariously and infectiously at a cheese sandwich. He'd give a teddy bear a kiss. Or he'd head off in search of his absolutely favourite current toy - my hairdryer - and be overcome by joy once he found it.
those curls!!
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