Six months old

Our cheeky little chappie just turned 6 months old. I was at Little Brother’s jam for the first time when Freya turned six months old. This time around I’m knee deep in translation and have just taken delivery of my SCGC Vintage Artist, which is sitting beside me all boxed up waiting to acclimatise. That’s the hardest bit – waiting for the box to acclimatise. It could prevent the finish from checking though, so it’s worth being patient for a little longer.

So, without further ado (much about nothing), he he is…

I’m half a year old!

Comments

  1. [this is good] Oh my God, I could seriously just eat him up! Adorable!