Faster and faster, and Ron on TV

Peter's crawling like it's old hat these days: fast forward, and (since Ron forgot the undershirt one day last week) with his tummy up off the ground. He's still enjoying trying to walk, but usually content to hold someone's hands while he does it. For a few days last week his proper and rational-looking babysteps were exchanged for goose-steps that were much, much too big, but he's back to babysteps again today.

Mum and Dad babysat yesterday so that we could go to Halifax for the closing of Ron's play. They say that one of the news programs ran a clip about the play, as well as a bit of an interview with Ron. Peter was facing the other way when that came on, and he whirled around when he heard daddy's voice. Dad says he obviously recognized Ron on tv, and was so entertaining that they missed the story all together. The play went well, and got two standing ovations.