Terrible fours?

Although the weather was showing -1C, we decided to brave the outdoors today and venture out to Edinburgh zoo.  It was always going to be ambitious, espeically as this was our first proper outing in pretty much a week and I opted to leave the buggy behind.  The kids lasted about an hour before complaining about being cold and begging to go back to the car.  I was happy to oblige.

This wee boy really is growing up fast.  He's changing every day.  Some ways good, some not so good.  For example, he's able to read his books on his own and build his own marble maze but he's suddenly decided he doesn't like yoghurt, or grapes, or crackers, or pretty much anything else for that matter - especially anything I cook for him.

Yes, he's definitely growing up.  Here he is at three and a half, three, two and a half, two, nineteen months, sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve, eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two and one months old.

It won't be long before his little sister turns two.  Thankfully she doesn't have quite so much attitude (yet).