Pass on the party baton #StillNursing

The end of the year you say?
Skeptic.
I totally Do. Not. believe you.
But Small Fry would believe anything to have a go with a sparkler.
And then he burnt himself.
3 fingers, one blister each.
Still managed an ed of year boyz-selfiez     
Alright then, Happy New Year!
And at 23h56, this little madam resurfaced again in time to join us to celebrate New Year. So yes, at the bells, I was nursing. Well, start as you mean to continue I guess.

A weekend of fun #5Babysitters


Cuddles before breakfast
Small Fry and Abuelo start the day with some Tai Chi

Having fun while getting dressed.
Some drawing with his daddy's best man's daughter, just one month older than him but already 5cm shorter.
Dressed in Abuelo's shirt, ready to get stuck into some playdough...
...also a handy protection when watering
More beach trips than we'll be able to remember in absolutely stunning sunshine and clear skies. Small Fry's vocabularly now includes all sorts of things related to the sea, like 'papa is so good at skipping stones'.
Left holding the baby while mama and papa...
...get their first night out without either child and head off  to a flamenco concert. The guitarist was maginificent...you could hardly see his hand moving.
Well, what else are 5 babysitters for?

The Aquarium #RainyBoxingDay



Mutual curiosity
Photo-bombing seal
Another curious custoner in the Temperate Pavilion
Emperor penguin in the Polar Pavillion
2 Babies


Tuna in the Tropical Pavillion
The name escapes me...
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Christmas Day Dip #R.E.S.P.E.C.T

Me. I am strong as ox. You what? Yeah, of course I will. Yeah, I'm going to do it!
I'm. Going. To. Do. It.
And it's even harder in a teeny weeny swimsuit.
No really, strong as ox.
The Dip
High-tailing it out of there
Small Fry LOVING it. Doesn't realise that within a decade he'll be in there too.
Sssstrong aasssss oxxxxxxx
And this is what Christmas Day Dippers wear post Christmas Day Dip. Apparently.

So here it is #MerryChristmas

Hail, the heaven-born Prince of peace!
Hail the Son of righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings.
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die,
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the newborn King
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On Christmas Day #InTheMorning

More than a gold ring, or providing the offspring, being sewn my own tablemat means there's no getting out of it now...
One of the more mobile of Small Fry's bestest presents
Taking a breather...
...from this sort of thing
And this

Christmas Hols #AtTheEndOfTheEarth...

...literally, because we are in Finistère...the westernmost region of France.

The warm welcome, copious amounts of food and wine, and playmates for Small Fry, came as no surprise. Although the mild temperatures did.

Merry Christmas from Land's End!





Resolutions and Reality #Q12026