A camera with all the bells and whistles is just one of those things I get itchy for, but know it's a long long long way down on a list of wants (after the long list of needs). It's frustrating when I can't quite capture what I can see.
But here's something I can't get wrong.. my little Riley. He's such a funny sausage. So calm, quiet and peaceful (I know! the two boys are so different but like cheese and grapes - go so well together.)
We sat watching a construction site. The crane moving stuff about, one man falling over, the cement truck.. So exciting to a 3 year old who loves nothing more than trucks and emergency vehicles.
He's a big boy now, but still with puppy fat, soft curves, baby skin and still so delicious to cuddle.
xx
