Brushing teeth with the first brush we could get our hands on.
Our home in the Highlands for a few days in September - Gairloch
Zack and I catching up on some sleep after lunch.
Wonderful time with Pia & Geoff
We've just spent ten wet days in the Scottish Highlands. Zack made friends with man and wee beasties alike, and seems to have mastered a few new words. To the current vocabularly we can add,'Juice, Duck, Ladder, Down, Pughhghgghghg (the sound of a car crashing), Car, Bus'. It's amazing actually, how much he understands these days. His favourite of all time tho' is 'Car' - said with such conviction that it's hard not to respond. Bless his little socks.
New frustration mechanism is biting his own hand - usually the right one. So he has lots of marks on the top of his hand. Oh dear me.
He has so enjoyed the time with my mum - I discovered them in bed this morning reading Richard Scarry classics, with loads of pointing and "Car" exclamations.
This evening, sadly, is 'farewell Nanna'. It's all gone by so quickly.
Zack tells us all about Scotland from his guidebook
