Park, Park, Park & Park

Our own little Winston Churchill...

C hasn't had his fingernails trimmed for the last week or two, and so has scratched his face slightly while he sleeps. Our solution is socks on the hands. Which has resulted in us greeting him in the morning: "Ah, good morning, Mr. Sokisan- most honorable Japanese emperor." Followed by a very deep bow towards his cot. Again, we get grins. (Sokisan= socks is on...)

A few days a week, I'll run home from work. C and I then take his evening bath together (no picture for that). Well, tonight we invented a song while we splashed- The Farm Song. It goes something like this (to a generic, but recognizable, classical music melody): "Moo, moo. Moo, moo. Moo, moo. Baa, baa. Moo, moo. Oink, oink. Whinny, whinny. Cluck, cluck, cluck. Moo." We got great grins.

It is now official and documented. C has both a UK and US passport. The US one arrived yesterday on the 300th Birthday of Ben Franklin- a truly cosmopolitan statesman. The UK one arrived a few weeks back. So, again we can go back to the debate about C's eligibility to run for President and/or the odds of him being UK Prime Minister. Or, if he chooses, dustman (UK) vs garbageman (US). In both pictures, he's smiling though.

Following the growth curve (See Proportion 1, 2, 3, 4 ), here is the next installment. Bella's hand this time with C.

After 48 hours of flu/fever, the Park Household is now almost back on form (as the picture shows). C started with the flu and A ended with the fever. Mummy got both in between.