GrumpyDaddy

Our youngest has reached that delightful age where he's really working hard on learning to speak. Not that he's been a quiet boy until now - oh no - he has a fine set of pipes on him and has always been very vocal. I say vocal, what I mean is very very loud. I blame my wife.

But anyway, he's now learning words and manages a few new ones every day. Here at home he's increasingly able to tell us what he wants without having to point. Being typical proud parents we're delighted with his cute little voice and the many things he can now say. And like many proud parents we're somewhat deluded by our little monkey's language abilities.

We've been away on holiday - hence it being quiet on here. I couldn't be bothered blogging via smartphone. The frozen north was our destination - a week in the Peak District. We didn't actually see many peaks as the trip was really made to catch up with my family who we've not seen for a while.

This was also the week we celebrated the twins' fourth birthday. It was also the week baby Will managed to give himself a cut and a black eye by falling over and twatting himself with a toy car. Poor little pickle. He's a tough cookie though, he was up running around and terrifying us with his wanton disregard for his own safety within minutes.

Meanwhile I got to meet up with old schoolmates in our old local for the first time in years. Just like old times.