In years gone by August Bank Holiday was one of the biggest party weekends of the year. No longer (and thank goodness). We have had a really chilled couple of days and Sam has been on great form. He needs constant watching though. Turn your back and he is half way up the stairs before you know it. He actually fell back down them today which gave both him and us a bit of a wake up call. You suddenly remember how vulnerable he still is. He's also loving turning on the buttons on the decks and 'leafing through' my record collection. This is both good (I want him to be into his music) and bad (those records are far from baby proof).
