The boy's eyes are even worse today; I didn't realise bodily fluids could be that colour. He still seems quite cool about it all though. Bank Holiday Monday obviously meant that it's been cold and damp today, so no park-action for us. Instead, the boy had to be content with being pushed around Waitrose in a shopping trolley. Wild.
After a big lunch and a truly epic snooze, the highlight of Dexter's day was a Skype session with my parents. He found it hilarious as my mum played peek-a-boo and sang songs to him. He repaid the entertainment with some toxic farts and a nuclear nappy.
Thank goodness there's no such thing as smelly-vision.