Thirteen months and growing

Dear Little Lamper,

we've recovered ... well, just about! It was rather hectic, wasn't it? Mummy off to learn how to mark papers properly, and us left in charge of you. Or was it the other way round, I wonder?

You did enjoy exploring, didn't you. Especially all those places that thirteen month old toddlers shouldn't be. And as for your dancing? Any grandson of mine who can cut a mean rug to the Brazilian back beats of Azymuth wins a special star from me!

The sight of you, Little Lamper, swaying from side to side, hands aloft and dressed in little more than a t-shirt and a slightly fragrant Pamper, will remain with me for ever.

And then you fell down.

But that's life.

So pick yourself up once more, young man, and spin in time with grandpa. It's the rhythm of life, you know.

God bless,

electrofried(grumps)