Lunchtime run

We like to lunch at the Perth Concert Hall. There's plenty of leg room there.

Haaat

I don't mind wearing my haaat. I do mind when Mum puts it on all wrong. It has to be worn in a very particular way, you know.

Dada takes the reins

I'm free of the buggy but still very much buckled up (I'm told for my own good).

Winner

Mum chose well for the Grand National today. She based her choice on the scientifically proven method of choosing a horse that has a nice name. "Mon Mome" sounds like Mama you see. This may be considered slightly twee but we are considerably richer for it.

Buckle up

My magic travel-seat doesn't appear to be working.

On the mend and on a trike

I'm feeling a bit better after a bout of something horrible yesterday. Being on my trike helped a lot. Roll on Summer.

Red Nose Day/ Friday 13th

Mum and I had our own version of Red Nose Day today. We both have a cold and I might also be teething. We decided against our usual Friday swim and Mum avoided a toddler group for fear of a lynching (I'm nursing a chesty cough too). Getting out for some fresh air was the best we could do today.