Not-so-creepy crawly

Well, he's off. Lachie's crawling. He made his first few commando-like moves a couple of weeks ago and now he's zooming around the floor like Speedy Gonzales. Lock up your daughters, etc.

I've gone mad in the Bendigo Woollen Mill sale, which ended today. I managed to get in one last order for alpaca ( in Merlin) before the shutters came down (metaphorically speaking. I don't think there are actually shutters at the mill, but I'm happy to be corrected ;-))
This means, of course, that the stash is becoming mildly uncontrollable again. And weirdly I have absolutely no projects in mind.

Clearly I'm sick or something.

Luckily, my Ravelry invite came through today, so I'm planning time to immerse myself in it to get some knitspiration. Have to say, Freckle Girl and Casey are doing an amazing job of getting through the invite list and it really is worth the wait. Will let you know how my first proper sourjourn into Ravelry-world turns out...

...in which Lachie makes a spectacle of himself

Okay, so before you set child services onto me, yes, yes, yes, I know putting a baby in specs is a really bad idea but...oh, he looked cute, alright? And it was only for ten seconds, honestly.

Lachie turned five months old last week and, on the advice of our paediatrician, started solids. I'm glad to report that he's taken to it with gusto (better than he ever was on breast or bottle). He's also cutting his first tooth, poor kid. Who knows, one day we might have a whole month in which he isn't in some sort of pain!

Ben's been in his element this weekend. Its been warm (32 degrees c today) and he's spent a lot of time running around outside with his Dide (granda) in the garden. He's also completed his first work of art (see pic) which is a relief as, until now, crayons have only featured in his life as an integral part of his diet (alongside cat food and
'maaaa-toes').

Tonight we were flipping through his animal book and he pointed at an orangutan and said (I thought) 'O-chie' (which would have been hilarious as I've been telling him since he was eight months old that it's his dad). When he repeated the word, it was actually, clearly, 'monkey'. So there y'go.

Not as funny, but twice as satisfying.