man on chimney

Finally, there is someone up the chimney.

Another lovely warm day turning cloudy and relatively cold as soon as Dexter and I ventured into the garden after I picked him up from nursery.

Dex drew blood for the first time today and a clumsy dismount from our bed.  It's almost like his body's too active for his brain to keep up with.
He has also mastered the art of appearing completely devastated when he doesn't get what he wants.  For example, he finished his yoghurt this evening and burst into tears. Need to be careful not to get into any bad habits but it's so difficult!

By the way, has anyone else received their "invitation" to join "streetlife".  Anyone succumbed? What's it like?  I feel like we should be asking HazelH for her expert opinion...