Laughing boy

The wee man has developed a new chuckle of late. Once we get really into a tickle, he descends into proper belly laugh.

We went for a nice long family walk over to the Meadows today, and we even looked at a potential nursery on the Royal Mile. Our initial plan is to get him into a local child minder for a couple of half days and then move him into a nursery when he's about three years old. He isn't even 15 months yet but we're already having to think about where he might go as the waiting lists can be incredibly long. We'll be picking schools before we know it!

Lynn is looking after the wee man overnight tonight, allowing Nikki and I to head over to Glasgow to watch a band. I hope he behaves!