He is such a bag of tricks for a wee baby not-yet-able-to-walk I am totally exhaused by five-o'clock when his daddy comes to take him home.
But what fun! Endless games of knock-the-box-over, and Old MacDonald, and wibbly-wobblies on unsure legs, and how-come-you've-got-all-those-teeth-and I have only got two?
How on earth do you capture any of that high-octane activity?
Snap-shots:

This ones like Golom!

I can do up-side-down!

Raspberry to you, Pappa!

Ah, if only I was ten years younger.
I wouldn't be a grand-pappy!