This week three really big things happened, Daddy asked Mummy to marry him, I rolled over for the first time and I reached a whopping 6 months old.
This was the photo mummy and auntie Giorg spent half an hour trying to capture. I was more interested in putting my toes in the air.
Here I am on the flight to Portugal, it’s not a great photo but I was so well behaved.
We went out for lunch when we arrived and I had everyone in stitches at the restaurant because I was giggling so much. One lady stopped eating her meal to come and take a photo of me.
Me and mummy at the airport.
I slept like a big boy in the travel cot every night and although the food was really different in Portgual I ate it all.