Time flies

So Phineas will be 9 next week - and I can't believe it. It doesn't seem so long ago I was lying on the couch dosing off with this wee bundle sleeping on my chest.
Now he's more likely to be trying to punch me in the chest as we practice our karate.

I was dispatched to pick up a new mobile phone for him since his last hand me down one ended up going through the washing machine and bit the big one. Only a new touch screen smartphone will do now, as he wants to play Angry Birds on it.