Little hand

... loves seeing how much will fit in its palm! It managed six of these little wooden worms (part of a bigger toy - a tree-trunk with parent and baby woodpeckers with big yellow magnetic beaks)!

Spent the morning minding the young master while Mr PP drove our daughter to Grantham hospital for an already months old, cancelled and rearranged by the NHS, appointment for a painful complaint.

She had been expecting treatment, having had tests previously done, but no such luck! It seems that their left hand doesn't talk to their right hand. So what should have been long-awaited relief from pain turned into a pain in the butt! She returned home no better off, no further forward. Makes us want to scream! 

So another wasted day for everyone. Except me, I suppose, as time spent with our darling grandson is never wasted. He's ever closer to solo walking, but doesn't half grip our fingers tightly when we're helping him walk. He did a couple of short-distance solo walks between us. It really is just a matter of gaining confidence.