Driving

In order to create the blog posts, your mummy takes almost all of the photos, then she groups them and uploads them onto separate blog entries, then I do the writing. It's a well oiled machine.

As we write these, though we are on a hard bathroom floor. We are prisoners in our own hotel room. Why? Because we put you to bed in your cot, turn off the lights and hide in the bathroom until you're asleep. It usually takes less than five minutes and the odd time, less than ten. We have done this twice a day (your daytime nap and nighttime sleep) since we got here nearly five days ago. 

We just wanted to share that insight into our parenting when you were a baby.

As a postscript to that, we just crept out of the bathroom and into the pitch black, silent bedroom. You immediately got up and said, "Hello!"

We dived back into the bathroom. Our foxhole. Our bunker. 

Anyway, here are some pictures taken of daddy driving the Weiss One. I know I'm in the wrong side. I know.