Fridge Raider?

What a cheeky boy I have. One of Little Man's favourite things to do at the moment is opening the fridge and having a look through the contents. I don't know what he's looking for, as I've had to move the milk from the bottom of the door to the top shelf as he loved taking it out and giving it to me whenever he wanted to have a drink. I didn't want him to completely fill up on milk so the milk had to move. It hasn't stopped my cheeky boy regularly investigating the fridge.

We had a lovely day. Church this morning; we were home in time for Little Man's afternoon sleep and Formula One's Singapore Grand Prix. It was a rather captivating race as, normally, there are crashes on this street circuit. No safety cars, no crashes, two retirements, and Lando Norris taking another win. He bear Max Verstappen by over twenty seconds to the top step of the podium.

Caleb came round after Little Man woke up and hung out with us for a bit. He helped me get the bathroom downstairs ready for our parents' return on Tuesday morning. Little Man was happy to see Caleb but was a big cranky with both of us. So I took him out for a walk, to the supermarket, to get dinner (mini-pancakes poffertjes). I didn't attempt to keep Little Man up too late as he definitely needs his sleep at the moment.