Rather a vintage picture first (similar to Luca's Dad), we begin with an image taken a few weeks back after returning home from the New Year Lumphanan race. The funny camera angle probably replicates what Carole see's when we wake her in the morning. Based on this I'm not surprised she normally dives back under the covers.
Another photo of a sleeping Luca, with the slightly terrifying Rod Hull-esque emu puppet beside him. At least we can explain the source of his nightmares to his psychiatrist in a few years.
And now surrounded by his favourite cuddly toys. The relatives who gifted them to our young chap have impeccable taste.
Child Services' visit is imminent after placing my son atop a high work surface in socks simply for photographic gratification.
For those with non-bifocal corrected eyesight, you may be able to spot the shark tattoo on the boys arm. It's a permanent one, obviously.
On the subject of Luca, he's presented a good few more challenges lately. Primary has been using his ever more eloquently thought out arguments to battle his Mum. He suckers her into it every time, and my quest over the coming weeks is to catch one of these contests on video - keep an eye on the blog, I guarantee you won't be disappointed.
Finally, no blog can end without a footballing update. Two more goals yesterday means the descent toward bankruptcy for Grandad Mike gains momentum.
**Useless fact of the day - Lionel Messi holds the world goal scoring record, with 73 goals in a year. Luca currently has 5 goals in 3 weeks. Getting there**
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