Mature Look

He has a mature look, don't you think?

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This is more like it. He was crying his heart out. Lately I talk to him and he seems to understand me and goes quiet. For example, when he is crying in my arms, I tell him that his milk is on his way and he suddenly becomes quiet. Perhaps it is wishful thinking but I like to think that he understands me.


Side view of his head. His weight is above average and his head circumference is very large (between 1 percent and 0.1 percent of all babies). However, his height is slightly below average.

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When I asked her to smile, sometimes it turns out to be quite nice.


Other times, it can look contrived.


One of the very few occasions when I managed to get him to sleep. We have not come up with a name yet. We are heading for a world record of the longest time without a name.


Big sister participation. She relishes the opportunity to get involved. Apart from the time when she stood on him by accident, she has been excellent with her brother.


He does not appear to be crying but this is only by chance. I took this during a bout of crying. It just so happened that this particular frame makes him look as though he is content.

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Thank you for our gift.


Isn't she strong for someone who has just turned two? Actually I was carrying quite a bit of her weight.


Compare the size of the foreheads. Are they not about the same? In fact my wife may have lost this battle.


She loves stickers.


When will she stop climbing? I am looking forward to climbing mountains with her.

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At the local park.


Summer Fair at a local school. She likes slides but this one she found too big to go on her own.


Being creative.


She likes climbing.


This is a playground at another local school where we went to their summer fair.

First pictures of brother

Carrying pillow, putting away umbrella, too much kissing

We are trying to get Marian used to sleeping in her own room. This is proving quite difficult. She normally comes back into our room in the middle of the night. The other day, she brought her pillow with her and flopped on top of it to try and get back to sleep.

When we came down together in the morning, she found an umbrella on the bookcase and moved it somewhere. My mother needed it as she was going out and asked where it had gone? I said maybe it is in the kitchen and Marian said it is in the under stairs cupboard. She had put it away where the other umbrellas are.

My wife tried to kiss Marian twice in the morning but she only managed to do it once. On the second try, she said too much. This is better than for me.