LoonE

A busy old day after we'd woken up from the night before, back to Shrewsbury and a meeting with a wedding photographer before we had a trip over to Stafford where BabyE was visiting his Nanna and Grandad.

The bundle of fun was running about like a loon most of the time, meaning blurred pictures.
He has had a bit of an accident though and bitten his tongue falling over, that he would remember every so often before being distracted by a book, a tent, or a sieve.