In the last few weeks...

Making us pretend sandwiches. And making us pretend to eat them. He runs a nice cafe actually. It is rather telling of how we spend a lot of our time that his cafe is in fact called "the mark and pencers cafe". I would feel slightly guilty about that except that M&S have a jolly nice cafe and their kids lunch comes with organic juice, so it's ok. I think. Bizarrely Linus's cafe has yoghurt pots in it made from little tubes out of his marble run. I have never seen such things in the real cafe.....

Which leads us to:

Linus's bottle monster Ally. Here he is having a picnic lovingly put together by Linus, which includes tea, biscuits, chocolate milk, a carrot and the rubber bits off my ironing board. Apparently he likes them. Ally was made after viewing Mister Maker on CBeebies (see: http://www.bbc.co.uk/cbeebies/mistermaker ).

Linus has also been talking pretty much non-stop to anyone who will listen. We were shopping at the end of November when we noticed that Santa's grotto was open in the local shopping mall. Now, aside from being stupidly early, it was free entry and had a free gift! Not being someone who passes up a free rubbish gift we duly queued up (yes, there was a queue as well!). Linus got jolly excited, though I suspected he would be a bit afraid once he actually got to see Santa. But no, he sat up beside him in his "magic room in a tower" and chatted and chatted and chatted. I left them to it and cooed at Gabriel for a while before eventually turning round to see Linus with his present and Santa seemingly trying to end the "conner-ation" they were having. HA. I do love it when someone else has to hear about "blumps" and "oogadoogas" and "blumpergunks" instead of me. Bless him.

Lastly Linus has been experimenting with sleeping naked:

Not the greatest picture in the world, but he did insist on Daddy taking photos of him going to bed with nothing on. And we do have to include some embarrassing pictures on here sometimes instead of just the unbearably cute ones. Otherwise you'd all get a cute overload. He slept rather well actually, and I had a good old laugh in the morning when he came in to do his usual jumping all over Daddy's head.