rocking stripes

nana's hair.

fat fingers.

rrrraaaaaaaghhhhhh..

dancing.

ballerina

'shoes' one of rocco's first and cutest word. butterflies sneeze when he says it.

Fred And The Product Of 3 Hours And A Screwdriver

I know I can be one to slightly exaggerate at times, but I'm not stretching the truth when I say that this monstrosity of plastic took Eleanor and myself over 3 hours to assemble and cost us 1 (crappy) screwdriver which was not up to the task. With farcical instuctions and 4 or the 5 doors unworkable it was a frustrating but utterly satisfing task. Look at that thing. LOOK AT IT.

Plastic? Nu-uh. Pure gold.

a hook for the tongs! take note Weber....

pretty much a real BBQ. Well, without the heat of course. Lights, wirring flames and Noise! (although we came to hte conclusion that the noise sounded decidedly like an air raid alarm. go figure)

coffee that moves in the pot. what will they think of next? Eleanor crabs a cheeky cup to celebrate successful construction.

Fred is singing here. Cos that's just the type of BBQer he is.