Jack and Katrina's Place

With the colder weather Katrina bought Guy a fleece hoodie. I tucked his hands into the pockets and he mooched around for quite a while looking like a tiny little teenager until I thought to take his hands out before he tripped over and face-planted. Lucky the striped jersey his Granny knitted him still fits, though he fills it out better. (yes the hand brake was on and the car in gear)

He still enjoys his fresh fruit, here he is just finishing a plum for his pudding. In the other photo you can see he what long wiggly legs he has. He relishes stretching them by walking now at any chance, down the road, around the supermarket when it's not too busy and we had lots of fun chasing him around the aisles of the Kirkcaldie's lingerie department the other day. The fitting matron was trying to give us stern looks but failing due to Guys peals of delighted laughter that Katrina could hear from inside the fitting room. So she called out to him, whereupon Guy dived under one of the privacy cubicle curtains, unfortunatley it was the wrong one, and I had to try and retrieve him with my eyes shut. Much shreiking and laughter later I contemplated that it's been ages since I've was last almost thrown out of a lingerie department!