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A few Toby photos

I felt like writing a blog but don't have much to blog about, so here's a few photos just to keep you updated on how big our little boy is getting. Here he is in his highchair.


Holding on to his feet is the big new thing. He's also just discovered that rolling is a way to get around, so he was all over the living room floor yesterday.


Playing pat-a-cake. He loves being sung to, so I've been dredging my memory for kids' songs, particularly ones with actions. Which reminds me, what is the line in "Our God is a great big God" which comes just before "...and beyond our wildest dreams"? I've been singing "He's dah dah dah dah-dah dah" for ages and kept meaning to look it up! Not that Toby cares, but it bugs me.

In the paddling pool. He seems to enjoy water so we've been to the local pool a few times, and Keller Pointe water park this past weekend with some kids we were looking after. He's getting quite good at splashing mum and dad in the face!


Now that it's got hot, the paddling pool gets almost as warm as bath water if you leave it in the sun. We enjoy lounging in it, too!


Toby broke his bouncy chair by bouncing in it too hard! This is known as an exersaucer out here and is his latest bouncing device. We're hoping we don't have to give it back to its original owners in pieces!

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Jude said…
'...He's higher than a skyscraper, he's deeper than a submarine, he's wider than the universe, and beyond my wildest dreams...'

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