bobble

I never get sick of seeing the wee bobble on Arlo's hat wobble about as he walks around, it cracks me up.

He walks with a real sense of pride and a determination to get wherever without holding our hands (tedious) and without falling over (not as frequent as you'd think).

We went a-wandering today, had a wee explore round some bits of Edinburgh and beyond to see if we fancied living anywhere but town (answer is PANIC) and we let Arlo out of the buggy as much as we could.

The best bit was when a crow flew into a tree and went 'craaaaaaaaaaaw' and Arlo stood and pointed at it and said 'craaaaaaaaaaaaw' back at him in exactly the right pitch.

My son...Jonny Morris!